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Updated: June 17, 2025
If I didn't show it, he might go too far, and then well, I reckon ye know just what might happen, being as Trunnell has told you what a gentle, soft-hearted fellow I am. He's a rum little dog, that fuzzy-headed fellow, Trunnell. Did ye ever see sech arms in anything but an ape? 'Ell an' blazes, he could squeeze a man worse than a Coney Island maiden gal.
"That's the old man's affair," said Trunnell; "it may be his wife, or it may be his daughter, but any one can see that the fellow's pants are entirely too big in the heft for a man. An' his voice! Sink me, Rolling, but you never hearn tell of a man or boy pipin' so soft like. Why, it skeers me to listen to it. It's just like but no matter." "Like what?" I suggested gently, hoping much.
There ware Trunnell a-lookin' right down at me from th' top av th' afther-companion. "Sez he, 'An' what may ye be a-doin' wid th' old man's trunk, sez he. "'Sure 'tis me own I thought it ware, by th' weight av it, sez I. "'Is it so heavy, thin? sez he. "'Faith, ye thry an' lift it, sez I. "He come down th' ladder an' took a-hold, shutting th' door to keep th' steward from a-lookin' in.
Trunnell had come on deck while we were eating from the mess-kids, and met the skipper on the poop, where he stopped to talk over some important matter. This importance appeared to increase in a moment, for the skipper swore harshly and pointed forward just as my men were coming aft to go over the side.
Trunnell and I divided up the men between us, and I believe I laid down the law pretty plain to the Dagos and Swedes who fell to my lot. They couldn't understand much of what I said, but they could tell something of my meaning when I held up a rope's-end and belaying-pin before their eyes and made certain significant gestures in regard to their manipulation.
As the boat lifted on a sea she made a spring for the channel. Her hand caught it all right, but her foot slipped, and as the boat sank into the hollow trough she was left hanging. Trunnell instantly sprang over the side, and letting himself down upon the channel, seized her hand and lifted her easily to a footing.
"Who are you, you molly-hawk, to give orders aboard here?" roared Andrews, from where he lay on deck. "What's happened, Trunnell, when a swivel-eyed idiot with a beak like an albatross stands on the poop and talks to me like this?" "He's Captain Thompson, in command, owing to the little the little fracas you was mixed into last v'yage.
I may be right, but if I sees the world is agin me, I " "Right ye are, Trunnell. Spoken O.K." said the skipper. "I like to see a man what believes in a few things even if they's eliphints. What do you think of the fellow forrads? Do you believe in him to any extent?" The third mate appeared much amused at the conversation, but did not speak.
The ladies were tired of the performance, although they had enjoyed some of it very much, and they were glad when I called away the boat's crew to take them back to the Pirate. Jackwell appeared at the rail as we started off. "Rolling," said he, "tell Trunnell not to stay awake at night worrying about my health.
Then he shook out several strings of vermin, and holding them at arm's length, stopped at the cabin window. His cheap trousers failed to reach the tops of his coarse shoes, and the gap showed the skin on meagre ankles. I was interested to know what he would take. "What d'ye want?" asked Trunnell. "I come for a yaller silk ban'kercheef," said he, offering the strings.
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