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Updated: June 23, 2025
How do I get it and when?" "In gold coin of the United States, or gold certificates of the same interesting country, my dear captain, and you may have it immediately." Again Herr von Staden kicked the Gladstone bag. "I'll take it in gold certificates.
He was right in one particular: von Staden had the situation very well in hand, but he did not have Terence Reardon under lock and key. Murphy had been balked in making connections with the unsuspecting Terence for the reason that a little ball of cotton waste had very carefully been tucked into the engine-room howler a few inches at the back of the whistle at the chief's end of the tube.
Mr. Reardon, however, objected to this plan. He argued that von Staden would be glad of Mr. Henckel's company, and was it not their original intention to keep that laddybuck von Staden in solitary confinement? It was. They closed the state-room door on Mr.
However, you need not have worried. I'd die before I'd ask that fellow for help and he'd die before he'd give it." "So I understand from the first mate. However, I thought it prudent to guard against a temporary truce and an alliance for the common interest." "Dutchy," said the skipper, "you're pretty smart." Von Staden smiled most companionably.
The instant it landed and von Staden reeled before the blow, Murphy came out of his state-room with a scuttering rush and von Staden fired as he came. The captain felt the sting of the bullet as it creased the top of his left shoulder; then his right fist came up in a blow that started at his hip and landed fairly under the supercargo's heart.
Schultz had introduced him to the chief and he had presented the latter with a good cigar, Mr. Reardon, under the spell of the witchery cast by the sea and the night, had sat on deck and told the German wonderful tales of the fairies in Ireland this while the skipper was ashore. In particular he told von Staden the tale of the fairy queen with the iron hand.
Also, having found Herr von Staden bluffing in one instance it occurred to the captain he might be discovered bluffing in another so he resolved to investigate. Accordingly at an hour when he knew Terence should be in the engine room he took up the speaking-tube at the head of his bed and blew into it.
"While I understand his sympathies are with us, still it seems only right to compensate " "Suit yourself, Mr. von Staden." "What kind of a man is he, captain?" "I'd hate to tell you. I've had little to do with him, but that little was enough. We avoid each other as much as possible and never speak except in the line of duty. I make no bones of the fact that I think he's a scrub."
Reardon replied, for he desired an excuse to be on deck all night without arousing the suspicions of Mr. Schultz or von Staden. The steward, having finished serving those who ate in the dining saloon, stepped out on deck and started for his own room. Mr. Reardon remained by the window a minute, discoursing on the curse of bedbugs aboard a ship, and then with a sigh followed the steward leisurely.
He hurried round to his state-room and donned a uniform coat to receive his visitor. Mr. Schultz came presently, bearing a visiting-card upon which was engraved the name: Mr. August Carl von Staden.
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