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"Not with that gang," said Trask. "Let 'em take you ashore, and get up the beach. Then I'll come for you with the long boat." Jarrow made some suggestion to Peth, but the mate shook his head. "He says I come aboard now, this way, or not at all," said Jarrow. "You better let me tell you how the land lays." "Nobody gets aboard here until Captain Dinshaw is brought back," said Trask.
"Can't you hear millions spoke of without actin' like a blasted whistlin' buoy?" demanded Jarrow, savagely. "I was took aback," said Peth. "Took aback! This ain't no business for a man who's got to blow off steam in public the minute he sniffs somethin' good! Things like that might bust up the whole business and sixty a day in it!" "I don't see what I done, skipper," whined Peth.
It was in this pocket that his automatic revolver was ordinarily carried. "What's the matter?" asked Doc. "Oh, nothing. I've misplaced something, that's all." "Yo' don' reckon Mr. Locke'll go an' git skeered 'count o' Mr. Peth's carryin' on, does ye?" "I don't believe anybody in this party is very scared of Mr. Peth." "Now, Miss Locke, she's a powerful nice lady.
"Peth yw y matter?" said John Jones. "Y matter, y matter!" said the postman in a tone of exultation, "Sebastopol wedi cymmeryd. Hurrah!" "What does he say?" said my wife anxiously to me. "Why, that Sebastopol is taken," said I.
At the advice of the former Sigurd digs a ditch across the dragon's peth and pierces him from below with his sword, as the latter comes down to drink. In dying the dragon warns Sigurd against the treasure and its curse, and against Regin, who, he says, is planning Sigurd's death, intending to obtain the treasure for himself.
Take the stuff out and put it in the upper bunk. I'll use the lower. So Peth and Jarrow fight. Do you mean to tell me there's always fighting? That it amounts to anything more than arguments?" "Fight! Lord-amighty! Them two! They'd rather fight en a yaller dawg likes fo' to worry a hambone. Not out an' out strakin', but jes' kind o' pickin' en a pickin'; insultin' like. But Mr.
"Maybe Looney give 'em hot shot about this island and they're keen to go, thinkin' there's bunches of gold there, which I know ain't so. But it don't matter if we git a charter at fifty a day or so, and drag it out into a couple of weeks." "We'll want our own crew," suggested Peth. "Bevins," said Jarrow. "Shope," said Peth. "And Doc Bird for steward, and Shanghai Tom ships as cook." "Right.
I'm a regular squinch owl," and he chuckled audibly, as if his ability to do without sleep were a rare joke. "I'm not," retorted Trask, and rolled over significantly. "You don't reckon Mr. Peth he's actin' up none, do ye? The skipper he goes walkin' 'round like he had somethin' wearin' down on his mind." "You better ask him, Doc," said Trask. "Huh!
And Jarrow might have been wise to avoid a resumption of trouble, for, as Peth had been openly insolent and had carried a chip on his shoulder all the way from Manila, it was just as well that the captain did not give him the satisfaction of a row. But Trask blamed Jarrow for being too complacent in small things, which had encouraged Peth to insubordination.
"I thought they'd try to sneak back during the night. What can they be up to? You don't think they've abandoned us entirely?" "Now ye got me," said Jarrow. "I guess Peth's crazy in his head. He's got 'em all buggy on this gold business, far's I can see. All right, let 'em stick to Peth." "But they'll starve," said Trask. "Suppose they did find gold in piles? What good would it do them?
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