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The cabin itself was much as it had been that other day: I suppose no article of its furnishings had been changed. But when I saw Captain Falk in the place of Captain Whidden and Kipping in the place of Mr. Thomas, I felt sick at heart.
Who are you?" "I," said Roger, "am Mr. Hamlin, supercargo of this ship." "But where what in heaven's name has taken place? Where's Captain Whidden?" "Captain Whidden," said Roger, "is dead." "But when but what " "Who are you?" Roger fired the words at him like a thunderclap. "I I I am Mr. Johnston, agent for Thomas Webster and Sons," the man stammered.
Now on the wharf there was a flutter of activity and a stir of color; now a louder hum of voices drifted across the intervening water. Captain Whidden lifted his hand in farewell to his invalid wife, who had come in her carriage to see him sail. The mate went forward on the forecastle and the second mate took his position in the waist. "Now then, Mr.
We came into the Canton River, or the Chu-Kiang as it is called, by the Bocca-Tigris, and with the help of some sailing directions that Captain Whidden had left in writing we passed safely through the first part of the channel between Tiger Island and Towling Flat.
The second mate, who was now in the waist, I had never seen before to tell the truth, I was glad that he held no better berth, for I disliked the turn of his too full lips. Captain Whidden and the chief mate, Mr.
"Many a boy of ten or twelve has gone to sea," I said, "and the Island Princess will sail in a fortnight. If you were to speak to Captain Whidden " My father sternly turned on me. "No son of mine shall climb through the cabin windows." "But Captain Whidden " "I thought you desired to follow the sea to ship before the mast." "I do." "Then say no more of Captain Whidden.
I'll watch it as best I can, too, though of course I'll see little of the boy. Let him go now. I'll talk with you a while if I may." My father glanced at me, and I got up. Captain Whidden rose, too. "Come down in the morning," he said. "You can sign with us at the Websters' counting-house. And good-bye, Ben," he added, extending his hand. "Good-bye? You don't mean that I'm not to go with you?"
His meals were sent in from the hotel to the Shackford house, where the constables reported to him, and where he held protracted conferences with Justice Beemis, Coroner Whidden, Lawyer Perkins, and a few others, and declined to be interviewed by the local editor. To the outside eye that weather-stained, faded old house appeared a throbbing seat of esoteric intelligence.
Then, being unable to make anything of it, I forgot it and devoted myself industriously to my own affairs until the hoarse call of "All hands on deck" brought the men who were below tumbling up, to be summoned aft and addressed by the captain. Apparently Captain Whidden was not aware that there was a soul on board ship except himself.
Now then, men, we'll just herd these hearties overboard and bid them a gay farewell." He stood there, pointing the way with a grand gesture and the late afternoon sun sparkled on the buttons of his coat and shone brightly on the fine white shirt he wore, which in better days had belonged to Captain Whidden. "Murderer and thief!" I thought.
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