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Near the straggling settlement at the cove a group of shacks had sprung up to shelter the "Portygees" from the stranded-vessel.
Yet the impression left upon Sheila's mind was that Orion Latham was deliberately endeavoring to injure his cousin's business with the Seamew. If he talked like this before the more or less superstitious Portygees, how long would Tunis manage to keep a crew to work the schooner? Had she dared she would have taken Orion to task there and then for his unfaithfulness.
"I'd have killed a Portygee for sayin' a quarter as much. I'd have killed him for settin' foot abaft the gratin' killed him before he opened his mouth." "We ain't Portygees," rejoined Denslow, stubbornly. "We ain't no sailors." "Nor I ain't liar enough to call you sailors," the Cap'n cried, in scornful fury.
That doughty expert on "Portygees" strode past the awed crew with an air that they instinctively recognized as belonging to the quarter-deck. Their meek eyes followed him as he stumped into the swash and kicked up two belaying-pins floating in the debris. He took one in each hand, came back at them on the trot, opening the flood-gates of his language.
"Just like " "Belay that!" commanded Tunis. "I begin to believe that's bad luck, anyway. If you hadn't got on to that tack when we first put the schooner into commission, those Portygees wouldn't have even remembered the Marlin B. And that schooner thousands of miles away from these seas!" "I cal'late 'Rion Latham would have found something else to harp on then," said Zebedee.
He had been a naval man in his prime and knew what was expected when a lady trod the deck. The Portygees were all widely asmile. Indeed, the entire company of the Seamew was cheered by the girl's presence. At breakfast time, which was served by Tony to the guest and the mate as well as Captain Latham, her sweet laughter floated out of the cabin and caught the attention of everybody on deck.
"Them bloomin' Portygees 'ave sunk my ship, an' they're whackin' in their flam now so as to score first blow. A year-old baby 'ud see that if 'is father was a lawyer." The sub-editor laughed. "Well, I'll ring you up again when the next message comes through," he said. But to Bulmer, David said savagely: "Wot's bitten Coke? 'E must 'ave gone stark, starin' mad." "Iris is alive!" murmured Bulmer.
Her languishing glances at Tunis flashed in their change to suspicious glares at the girl waiting in the roadway. "You have a guest, Tunis Latham?" she asked with a composure which scarcely hid her jealousy and doubt. "I'm taking her up to the Balls'. She's Mrs. Ball's niece, Eunez," Tunis said good-naturedly. He was always friendly with these Portygees.
If you touch that I shall likely surprise you more'n I do when I take snuff." The Portygees had a chapel devoted to their faith. The carriage passed that on the way to the Congregational Church. A girl, very dark as to features, very red as to lips, and dressed in very gay colors in spite of her destination, was mounting the chapel steps.
"I wonder if it is a Portygee notion or something else," said Tunis Latham, his eyes fixed on the back of Orion, busy, for once, at the other rail. "Whatever it is, Captain Latham," said Mason Chapin with gravity, "I suggest you fill your berths at Boston." "Guess I'll have to. But the offscourings of the city docks! They will be worse than these Portygees." It was not a prospect he welcomed.
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