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"You say there's a harbour?" inquired Captain Selover. "It should be on the west end," said Dr. Schermerhorn. Captain Selover drew me one side. He, too was a little aroused. "Now wouldn't that get you?" he squeaked. "Doctor runs up against a Norwegian bum who tells him about a volcanic island, and gives its bearings. The island ain't on the map at all.
Abe was prying at that hole with a dead branch of a tree, and, almost while he was speaking, a great piece of the loose pudding-stone fell off and came thumping down at his feet. "A cave, boys, a cave! Just look in!" Quib did not wait for anybody to look in, but bounded through the opening with a shrill yelp, and Abe Selover squeezed after him.
Last night in the squall one of them tried to throw me overboard." Captain Selover grinned. "What did you do?" he asked. "Hazed him to his quarters with a belaying pin." "Well, that's all settled then, isn't it? What more do you want?" I stood undecided. "I can take care of myself," he went on. "You ought to take care of yourself. Then there's nothing more to do." He mused a moment.
"Well, you take what's left." He marked Thrackles heavily over the eye. There was a breathless pause; and then Thrackles, Pulz, the Nigger, and Perdosa attacked at once. They caught the master unawares, and bore him to the deck. I dropped at once to the ratlines, and commenced my descent. Before I had reached the deck, however, Selover was afoot again, the four hanging to him like dogs.
Seated in the corner of an anteroom they drank to one another's health and listened to the raindrops pattering against a window. "Well, how is the auction business, Bob?" asked King. "Not so bad," the junior partner of Selover and Sinton answered.
Mart Penniman and Abe Selover had started their great "game" on the way home from driving their cows. They had raced him across the pasture and along the fence, into the stone-heap, and then Abe had staid to keep watch while Mart went after Julius Davis's dog. That meant also, of course, as large a crowd of boys as he could pick up in going and coming.
But by hanging around the door of the shipping room I soon had track of the large orders to be sent that day. In this manner I had no great difficulty in following a truck to Pier 10, nor to identify a consignment to Captain Ezra Selover as probably that of which I was in search. The mate was in charge of the stowage, so I could not be quite sure.
During the last few days of our wrecking, Captain Selover had omitted his daily visit. The fact made me uneasy, so that at my first opportunity I sculled myself out to the schooner. I found him, moist-eyed as usual, leaning against the mainmast doing nothing. "We've finished, sir," said I. He looked at me. "Will you come ashore and have a look, sir?" I inquired.
"Finest woodchuck you ever saw!" "Come on, boys!" shouted Abe Selover, away ahead. "We'll get him, this time." Abe had a way of being just the next boy behind the dog in any kind of chase, and they all clambered after him in hot haste.
I said to him sternly. "There's nothing to be scared of. If it comes to a row, there's three of us and we've got guns. We could even sail the schooner at a pinch, and leave them here. You've stood them off before." "Not ashore," protested Captain Selover weakly. "Well, they don't know that. For God's sake don't let them see you've lost your nerve this way." He did not even wince at the accusation.
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