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"The Bedford Castle, cannery-tender for Bristol Bay," Peasley shouted back. The man on the launch relinquished his lantern, and using both palms for a funnel, cried, more clearly now: "Heave to! We want to come aboard." With an exclamation of impatience, the commanding officer stepped to the telegraph, but Emerson forestalled him.
Sam Daniels and his comrades were once more back aboard the Narcissus, attending to the horses; and Cappy Ricks, his heart so filled with pride that it was like to burst, occupied the submarine's turret with the doughty Michael J. For an hour they discussed the marvelous coup until there was no angle of it left undiscussed; whereupon fell a silence, with Michael J.'s eyes fixed on the dark bulk ahead that marked the Narcissus, and Cappy's thoughts on what Matt Peasley and Mr.
Glad to see you; in fact, we're extra glad to see you," he added significantly and winked at Mr. Skinner, who caught the hint and murmured loud enough for Matt Peasley to hear: "Eighteen thousand dollars to-morrow!" Cappy extended a hand, which Matt grasped heartily. "You're looking fit as a fiddle," Cappy continued. "Doesn't look a bit worried does he, Skinner?"
Ricks, if you ever fell into Channel Creek at low tide you'd come up with a pearl necklace wrapped round your ankle, and you'd be smelling like a spray of lemon verbena. Cheer up, Matt! What though the cause be lost, the Narcissus is not lost yet. The Celtic troops remain, and from now on my war cry is going to be " "Ireland uber Alles," Matt Peasley suggested.
"We are on our way to Canada. Our next station is the house of John Peasley, in Tazewell County." "Do you know a man of the name of Eliphalet Biggs who lives in St. Louis?" Harry asked. "Yes, suh; I see him often, suh," the negro answered. "What kind of a man is he?" "Good when he is sober, suh, but a brute when he is drunk." "Is he cruel to his wife?" "He beats her with a whip, suh." "My God!"
The Old Man didn't need a third mate any more than he needed a tail, but Matt Peasley looked like a comer to him and he wanted an excuse to encourage the boy by berthing him aft; also it sounds far better to be known as a third mate instead of a mate's bosun, which was, in reality, the position the Old Man had promised Matt.
"But first let's see if we can find your horse. I think I saw him turn in at the house above." Samson drove the team, while Biggs and Harry walked up the road in silence. The negro followed in the saddle. Peasley had caught Biggs's horse and was standing at the roadside. "I want to find a Justice of the Peace," said Biggs. "There's one at the next house above.
The Blue Star Navigation Company owned the Retriever, but but well she was Matt Peasley's ship and he loved her as men learn to love their homes. It broke his heart to think of giving her up. "Skinner," said Cappy Ricks, "I've got a letter from the man Peasley at last; and now, by golly, I can quit and take a vacation. Send in a stenographer." The stenographer entered.
An owner likes to have a report on his property once in a while, doesn't he? Unless we happen to charter the Retriever for a cargo to her home port, you know very well, Skinner, we may not see her for years. Besides, I've never seen the man Peasley, and if he'd only write now and then I could get a line on him from his letters. I can always tell a fool by the letter he writes, Skinner."
Skinner, "if this sort of horseplay is your fun if it's your notion of business I have no comment. You own fifteen-sixteenths of the Retriever, and you can afford to pay for your fancies; but if it was the last act of my life I'd fire that man Peasley in Callao and let him get home as best he could." "Yes; I know," Cappy replied bitterly. "You fired him in Cape Town once and how did he come home?
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