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I'm sorry to see by this morning's paper that his ship is overdue." "That'll do," said Fraser, turning away. The men moved off slowly, Mr. Green's reproaches being forestalled by the evidently genuine compliments of Joe. "If I'd got a 'ead like you, Will-yum," he said, enviously, "I'd be a loryer or a serlicitor, or some-think o' the kind."
Will-yum Green," repeated Joe, when the new arrival had introduced himself; "well, you'll be Bill 'ere." "I don't see why, if I call you Mr. Smith, you shouldn't call me Mr. Green," said the other. "Call me wot?" enquired Joe, sternly; "you let me 'ear you callin' me mister anythink, that's all; you let me 'ear you." "I'm sure the cook 'ere don't mind me callin' 'im Mr.
There'd be no sense in that!" "Not a bit! It's something queerer than that." "Do you think he's married again?" "Queerer than that." "Will-yum Farnsworth, if you don't tell your own wife what you mean, I'll never speak to you again! There!" "At risk of that awful condition of things, I won't tell you just yet. But you do this. Here's something you can do toward solving the mystery, and I can't.
He can't think 'ow partikler it is, can 'e, Will-yum?" Mr. Green shook his head. "It's worth more than a tanner then," said Tommy, briskly. "Look 'ere," said Joe, suppressing his natural instincts by a strong effort. "You keep quiet for three days, and I'll be a friend to you for life. And so will Will-yum, won't you, old man?" Mr. Green, with a smile of rare condescension, said that he would.
At such moments Willyum Green was a tower of strength, but at the present time he was fooling about helping the ship's cat to wash itself. "What do you know about it?" repeated Fraser. "Will-yum told me, sir," said Joe, hastily. Mr.
"I was picked up and carried off to Riga: but for certain reasons I needn't go into, I want my being alive kept a dead secret. You mustn't breathe a word to anybody, d'ye understand? Not a word." "Aye, aye, sir," said Joe; "you hear that, Will-yum?" "Who the devil's this?" demanded the skipper, who had not bargained for another confidant. "It's the new 'and, sir," said Joe.
"You've got a 'ead on you Will-yum, I know," he said, in a fierce whisper. "People have said so," remarked the other, modestly. "What's the row?" For answer, Joe pointed to the cabin, and that with so much expression on his features that Mr. Green, following his gaze, half expected to see something horrible emerge from the companion. "It's all up," said the tall seaman, poetically.
He was quite confident that there were head-pieces walking the earth, to which a satisfactory solution of this problem would have afforded no difficulty whatever, and he shook his own sadly, as he thought of its limitations. "It only wants a little artfulness, Will-yum," he suggested, encouragingly. "Get hold of him and make him drunk for three days," murmured Mr.
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