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'Thank Gawd," says I, 'ye didn't have a good hand, I says, 'or I might have to call in th' wreckin' wagon. Thim Kerry men shud be made to play forty-fives with boxin'-gloves on. "I read about th' ordher, but it slipped me min' las' night. I was down at a meetin' iv th' Hugh O'Neills, an' a most intherestin' meetin' it was, Jawn.

As I say, he made no West India cruise that winter the machinery kept gettin' out of order but he made a few trips with me wreckin' trips for I still looked after the big jobs myself. There were those who used to say that if I'd only learned to stand by and look on long enough to train a good man to take my place in the deep divin', that I'd be goin' yet.

I had news that mornin' she was lyin' there derelick, and I was just slippin' down the coast to have a look at her when you two spoiled me lay by takin' me ship." It was now that Harman began to laugh. "Well, if that don't beat all," said he. "And maybe, since you were so keen on havin' a look at her, you've brought wreckin' tools with you in case they might come in handy?"

Any triflin' jolt, much less than what that Silver Phil runs up on, an' his fretful wits is shore to leave the saddle. "Now that Silver Phil's free, but loonatic like Peets says, an' doubly vicious by them tantalisin' gyards, it looks like he thinks of nothin' but wreckin' reprisals on all who's crossed his trail.

He lost his interest in the wreckin' after a while, and natural, too. He hadn't to build up his family's name or provide a livin' for anybody by it. And her aunt still lingered, she wrote. And then I wrote that I would give up the business if she said so, and go out there.

I've offered to take him to his island, time and time again, but he wouldn't hear it, 'cause he knew I was makin' money with the Nuestra that's my schooner, the Nuestra Señora del Rosario me and Peth, my mate, we own it with others. In the wreckin' business it's touch and go. You got to be on the spot, and there ain't been any too many wrecks out this way lately.

"I do, you darned ol' Piute," shouted Reeves joyously. "I never will forget how the sky pilot's coat-tails spread. You could 'a' played checkers on 'em. D'you reckon we'd ought to send a wreckin' crew after Melancthon T. Browning?" "Why, no. The way he was clamped to that Blue Streak's back you couldn't pry him loose with a crowbar." "Here he c-comes now," Blister announced.

"Ain't Gid Ward ever goin' to suffer for any of his actions?" demanded Parker's foreman, disgustedly. "What are we goin' to do?" bleated another man. "I'll write a letter to the high sheriff," said the postmaster, and then he added, bitterly, "an' he'll prob'ly wait till it's settled goin' in the spring, same's he did when we sent down that complaint about Ward's men wreckin' Johnson's store.

"What's the meaning of this, Sir," he roared as Dam, cool, smiling, friendly ever, entered the Sanctum. "What the Devil d'ye mean by it, eh? Wreckin' my orchid-houses, assaultin' my servants, waking me up, annoying ME! Seven days C.B. and bread and water, on each count. What d'ye mean by it, ye young hound? Eh? Answer me before I have ye flogged to death to teach ye better manners!

"Take a dandther down toward th' church," he said, "an' then come back." Willie entered the house in an apparently breathless condition. "Yer takin' it purty aisy here," he said, "whin 'Jowler' Hainey's killin' his wife an' wreckin' th' house!" In about two minutes he was alone. He put a coal in his pipe and smoked for a minute. Then he went over to the little coffin.