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We're goin' to knock out a shackle in the chain an' let her go to glory." "Anchors is expensive, Gib. Mebbe they'll deduct the price o' that anchor from our salvage." "By Jupiter, you're talkin', Mac. We'll just save that anchor, come to think of it." "How?" "Just let Scraggsy an' The Squarehead come aboard an' put the ship's towin' cable aboard the Maggie.
How's Ned, and Charley, and all the crowd? Never mind, tell me afterward. I am ready to go now. I've had nine months of it. Where's the boat? "We started back for the other house to pick up the squarehead. But the alarm had got out. Lights were showing in the houses, and doors were slamming.
"And for why?" he demanded with a touch of arrogance, giving me a shrewd look. "What have I been doin' of, sir?" "That little cutting in the Flagship Bar." "The squarehead? Not me, sir. The bobbies got that chap right enough one of his mates out of this wessel right alongside what you're goin' aboard of. Just a peseta, sir, and I'll handle your luggage."
Then the captain ceased his kicking, though he did not cease the silky-toned evil curses that slid from his lips. He leaned over the bruised, insensible form, grasped the clothes, and heaved the boy clear off the poop, much as one might heave aside a sack of rubbish. So the little squarehead vanished from my ken for the time being, though I heard the thud of his body striking the deck below.
Murphy replied. "She's a Blue Star craft and bound for Antofagasta also. Her skipper's Salvation Pete Hansen, and it would be just like that squarehead to dodge a deckload of piling and leave it for us." "Well, whatever it was it amused him greatly. It must be worse than a deckload of piling." "There's nothing worse in the timber line, unless it's a load underdeck, sir.
Sounds like the surf, Gib." "Ain't you been on this run long enough to know that the surf don't sound like nothin' else in life but breakers?" Gibney retorted wrathfully. "I ain't certain, Gib." Instantly Gibney signalled McGuffey for half speed ahead. "Breakers on the starboard bow," yelled Captain Scraggs. "Port bow," The Squarehead corrected him. "Oh, my great patience!" Mr. Gibney groaned.
The stiffs tumbled over themselves in their eagerness to obey; but not a squarehead budged. They still stood between the mate and his victim. So he drew the revolver out of his pocket, and pointed it at Lindquist. "Lay aft or I'll splatter lead among you!" he said. He meant it.
Me an' The Squarehead legs it together an' takes our chances. You don't hear that poor untootered Swede makin' no holler at the way I've handled the syndicate " "But, Gib, my dear boy," chattered Captain Scraggs, "will you just listen to re " "Enough! Too much is plenty. Let's shake hands an' part friends. We just can't get along in business together, that's all."
Yo're yeller, Deming," he said, with contempt that was as if he had spat in the hunter's face. "I thought you were a better man than the rest. But you've got yores. Git down below an' we'll fix you up." He strode over to Hansen, stolid at the wheel. "Wal, you wooden-faced squarehead," he said, "which way did you think it was coming out? Damn me if you didn't play square, though! You kept her up.
It was this that made him protest, at the commencement of our acquaintance, against being called Yonson. And upon this, and him, Louis passed judgment and prophecy. "'Tis a fine chap, that squarehead Johnson we've for'ard with us," he said. "The best sailorman in the fo'c'sle. He's my boat- puller. But it's to trouble he'll come with Wolf Larsen, as the sparks fly upward. It's meself that knows.
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