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Salters," said Eleanor. "I hope you didn't sell the fish and clams you promised us to someone else?" "No, indeed," said old Salters. "They're waitin' for you at the camp, ma'am, and I fixed up the place, too, all shipshape. The tents is all ready, though why anyone should sleep in such contraptions when they can have a comfortable house is more'n I can guess."
Now, I mistrust Uncle Salters fer the Jonerest Jonah in the Fleet regardin' his own special luck. Dunno ef it's spreadin' same's smallpox. He ought to be on the Carrie Pitman. That boat's her own Jonah, sure crews an' gear made no differ to her driftin'. Jiminy Christmas! She'll etch loose in a flat ca'am." "We're well clear o' the Fleet, anyway," said Disko. "Carrie Pitman an' all."
But it was wild and furious sport so long as it lasted; and a big pile lay aboard when the fish ceased biting. "Where's Penn and Uncle Salters?" Harvey asked, slapping the slime off his oilskins, and reeling up the line in careful imitation of the others. "Git 's coffee and see."
Look here, you two! how would I look on the school committee?" "You?" repeated the pair in concert. "Yes, me. I ain't a Solomon for wisdom, but I cal'late I'd be as near the top of the barrel as Darius Ellis, and only one or two layers under Eben Salters or 'Lonzo Snow. I'm a candidate see?" "But but, Whit," gasped the town clerk, "are you popular enough? Could you get elected?"
Then up and spoke Pennsylvania Pratt, who was also Haskins or Rich or McVitty when Uncle Salters forgot; and his face was changed on him from the face of a fool to the countenance of an old, wise man, and he said in a strong voice: "The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord! I was I am a minister of the Gospel. Leave him to me."
Penn and Uncle Salters cleaned up as Disko had ordained, but the boys profited little. No sooner were the tubs furnished than Tom Platt and Long Jack, who had been exploring the inside of a dory with a lantern, snatched them away, loaded up the tubs and some small, painted trawl-buoys, and hove the boat overboard into what Harvey regarded as an exceedingly rough sea. "They'll be drowned.
"How could I tell?" said poor Salters, as the schooner swung up. She might have been the very Flying Dutchman, so foul, draggled, and unkempt was every rope and stick aboard. Her old-style quarterdeck was some or five feet high, and her rigging flew knotted and tangled like weed at a wharf-end.
It is needless to add that we were apparently asleep and the covers over my horrified head when the elder Salters entered. Where they slept is still a mystery. But we were awakened very early the next morning by the sound of Sister Salter's voice singing, "His loving kindness, oh, how good!" as she rattled the stove doors beneath the cookshed in the yard.
In the background, by the steps, the boarders sat, an interested group. Eliphalet girded up his loins, and sharpened his nasal twang to cope with hers. The preliminary sparring was an exchange of compliments, and deceived neither party. It seemed rather to heighten mutual respect. "You be from Willesden, eh?" said Crane. "I calculate you know the Salters."
Shafto had been six weeks in Rangoon and, thanks to his chums, was beginning to feel completely at home as is sometimes the case with adaptable young people in a strange and fascinating country. His neighbours, the Salters, who were hospitable and friendly, had lent him a hand to find his bearings.
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