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Noyes went down to luncheon, and after luncheon took his cigar and his book to his room. When next he came out, he felt that something had happened since the little adventure of the falling block. The captain was pacing the bridge by fits and starts. The boson was leaning over the quarter-rail. The pump-man was busy on a small job forward. The quiet was unnatural.
that far when the big man's hoarse bass interrupted, "Say you, what about that Number Seven tank?" " Says he, 'My bucko boys, it's asurely goin' to blow'" The pump-man paused, inclined his head, set one hand back of his ear, and asked, "And what about Number Seven tank? And speak up, son, so I can hear you." "Speak up!" The big man roared to the heavens. "Speak up! Don't tell me to speak up.
When her great square foresails were no more than a gull's wing on the hazy horizon we waved her a last salute. Then we made our way to the creek and sailed up Back River, past Savannah, and on to Villard Landing. And hand in hand Shiela and I walked up between the row of moss-hung cypress trees to the manor-house and Home. Don Quixote Kieran, Pump-Man
The passenger cocked up his ears, and heard them several voices from the depths of one of the tanks. "It's No. 11," explained the pump-man, and hurried away. The passenger saw him disappear into a hatchway. Almost immediately the voices ceased and shortly four deck-hands hurriedly emerged. Kieran followed. "Beat it!" he ordered, and they somewhat sheepishly went forward. Kieran came aft.
A prompt upset revealed that it was a middle-aged woman, a fact which the pump-man had not taken in, owing to the misleading similarity of dress between the two sexes. I was disconcerted and ashamed, but the remedy was for the moment complete; the boats scattered as if dynamite had burst among them. The mere showing of the nozzle was thereafter enough.
"You've met a good many different kinds of people in your time, haven't you?" The pump-man nodded. After a pause he added, "A few," in an absent manner. The low-lying reefs sank out of sight, and far astern the green-painted schooner merged into the mists. It was a warm, pleasant day. Kieran roused himself. "No, there wasn't any girl in Zanzibar.
The passenger, who knew the big man for the boson, gazed up the dock also and saw that it was the pump-man coming; and he was singing cheerily as he came: "Our ship she was alaborin' in the Gulf o' Mexico, The skipper on the quarter " Usually it is only the drunks who come over the side of an oil-tanker singing, but this was no drunk.
Noyes noted that the crew laughed more loudly at the bosun's rough jeers than at the more sharply pointed comment of the pump-man. But looking them over, he began to understand; these men were nearer to the bosun's type than the pump-man's. And also, no crew could long remain ignorant of which it was the captain favored. Yet there were those who favored the game-looking pump-man.
"Why, of course it happened, and just as I've told it. But not to anybody named Cogan. There was no Cogan, or rather" Kieran rolled over on his side and rested his head on his elbow "I'm Cogan." "Oh-h-h. Oh-h-h. And you're Campbell, the old champion athlete?" "Yes, I'm Campbell. And I'm Cogan. And I'm Kieran, pump-man on this wall-sided oil-tanker at fifty-five per month." "But why?" "Why, why?"
"But what game does he want you to play?" "Well, I'm the pump-man. The ship has big bills for valving and piping and repairing. If ever the office got suspicious and called me in on it, why " he shrugged his shoulders. Noyes studied the sea for a while. By and by he faced inboard. "Kieran, I've seen ships before, even if I do get sea-sick sometimes.
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