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Half the port, and all of Portygee Town, crowded nearby wharves and streets to welcome Tunis Latham's schooner; for news of her peril and the way in which help had reached the Seamew had come down from the Head as on the wings of the wind itself. There was one face on the wharf Tunis Latham sought out with grim persistency as the schooner was made fast.
From the kitchen door the Portygee maid viewed her employers with lofty scorn, as Father gave a whole series of imitations of the possible first customer, who, as variously presented, might be Jess Willard, Senator Lodge, General von Hindenburg, or Mary Pickford.
He was about to start on a voyage to Rio Janeiro; he would take his wife and daughter with him. Under their immediate observation and far removed from the influence of "that Portygee," Jane would be in no danger and might forget. Jane made no remonstrance. She went to Rio and returned.
"Of course I shan't hit him," indignantly. "What do you think I am? But he must promise not to mention er Miss Fosdick's name again." "Better promise, Is," suggested Laban. Issachar's mouth opened, but no promise came forth. "Promise be darned!" he yelled furiously. "Mention her name! I'll mention any name I set out to, and no Italyun Portygee is goin' to stop me, neither."
What Captain Zelotes had formerly called his "Portygee temper" flared up. "Oh, damn you, clear out!" he shouted, springing to his feet. From a little way below him; in fact, from behind the next dune, between himself and the beach, a feminine voice called his name. "Oh, Mr. Speranza!" it said. "Is it you? I'm so glad!"
The tug of the steering chains to starboard was even then thrilling the cords of his hands and arms with an almost electric shock. 'Rion watched him slyly. He knew the impression he was making on the old man's superstitious mind. He played upon it as he did upon the childish minds of some of the Portygee seamen. So Captain Tunis Latham did not arrive in Boston in a very calm frame of mind.
"If you stand here askin' questions I probably shall stay to home." The housekeeper made a hasty exit by way of the back stairs. Mrs. Snow still gazed wonderingly at her husband. "Zelotes," she faltered, "are you are you " "I'm goin' to New York on to-night's boat. I've telegraphed that that Weiss Weiss what-do-you-call-it that Portygee lawyer that I'll be to his office to-morrow mornin'."
There's that Portygee stooard, too, that the cap'an's got sich a fancy for, I'm sure I can't till why, as he's possissed av the timper av ould Nick himsilf, an' ain't worth his salt, to me thinkin'!" "And is that the captain up there now with Mr Mackay?" I asked. "That the skipper? Bless ye, no, me lad that's ownly the river pilot!"
He was a Portygee. But I hit him too hard. It was a case of mutiny. I reckon I could have proved it was mutiny, with the witnesses. But I hit him hard." "Did he ?" gasped his wife. "He did," replied the Cap'n, shortly, and was silent for a time.
The answer was prompt. "No, Cap'n Lote," replied Keeler. "You mean that? . . . Um-hm. . . . Well, sometimes seems as if I might have been. You see, Labe, when he first come I Well, I cal'late I was consider'ble prejudiced against him. Account of his father, you understand." "Sartin. Sure. I understand." "It took me a good while to get reconciled to the Portygee streak in him.
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