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In the sharp but misty dawn we cast our moorings loose. A busy little tug nuzzled up to take us in tow for open sea. We were all intent on putting forth, when a cry came from the port side. The shanghaied man had broken out, and came running aft ... he stopped a moment, like a trapped animal, to survey the distance between the dock and the side ... measuring the possibilities of a successful leap.
Without lifting an eyebrow in surprise, the sailmaker stepped forward and joined the mate in jerking the man to his feet. The captain went aft as if it was all in the day's work. The mate and the sailmaker jerked the shanghaied man forward and bundled him into a locker where bits of rope and nautical odds and-ends were piled, just forward of the galley.
That he had been shanghaied was beyond suspicion. Laboriously he sat up on the side of his bunk and in doing so became aware of a sailor asleep in the crib opposite. His stertorous breathing stirred a doubt in Jeff's mind. Perhaps the crimps had taken him too. The ship was rolling a good deal, but by a succession of tacks Jeff staggered to the scuttle and climbed the hatchway to the deck.
Want a schooner rigged out for illicit shell-hunting? Want a man shanghaied? Want him written down missing? Go to Wong." "See here, Mallow; I don't mind his being beaten up; but what you say doesn't sound good." "You fool, I don't want him out of the way. Why should I? But there's that thousand for you and worry for him. All aboard!" "You don't love Parrot & Co. any more than I do." "No.
Captain Chunn let out a whoop of joy. "Listen here." Rawson read aloud his message. "'Shanghaied on schooner Nancy Hanks. Escaped at Honolulu. Back in Verden to-night. Keep up the fight." "Didn't I say Jeff was alive? Didn't I say he would come back and beat those robbers yet?" the owner of the World demanded. "Don't get excited. It may be a fake."
From a Virginia plantation to Florida, through perils of Indian war-fare; shanghaied on a Government vessel and carried 'round the world; shipwrecked and dropped into the lap of romance these are only a few of the colorful pages from the unwritten diary of old Uncle Dave, ex-slave and soldier of fortune.
I serve notice on you now that when this town touches dock at that meetin' I step ashore with my little dunnage bag on my back." "The town won't let you do it," blazed Hiram. "I was shanghaied aboard. You want to be careful, all of ye, how you gather at the gangway when I start to walk ashore! It's fair warnin'. Take heed of it!"
They would have to get to know each other all over again, after the years that had gone by. "You know," Steve said, "When I woke up aboard the Valhalla and found out you'd shanghaied me, I was madder than a hornet. I wanted to break you apart. But you were too far away." "You've got your chance now," Alan said. "Yeah. But now I don't want to," Steve laughed. Alan punched him goodnaturedly.
"We want to have a word with you," said Blood, whilst Harman took his seat on a bunk edge opposite him. "It's time you knew our minds and what we intend doing with the schooner and yourself." "Faith," said Ginnell, "I think it is." "I'm glad you agree. Well, when you shanghaied me on board this old shark-boat of yours, there's little doubt as to what you intended doing with me.
And so were shanghaied a Deputy Sheriff of Arizona, a member of the Northwest Mounted Police, and a desperate outlaw and fugitive from justice. They wakened about ten next morning with throbbing headaches, and clad in greasy canvas rags, each stretched out in a forecastle bunk with a bag of other greasy rags for a pillow.
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