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"But Speranza was a " "IF you don't mind, Mr. Fosdick." Captain Lote lapsed into silence, drumming the desk with his big fingers. His visitor waited for a few moments. At length he said: "Well, Captain Snow, I have answered your questions and you have answered mine. Do you think we are any nearer an agreement now?" Captain Zelotes seemed to awake with a start. "Eh?" he queried. "Agreement?
You wouldn't want him to do that any more'n the rest of us would." The captain gazed intently into the bowl of the pipe which he had been cleaning. He made no answer. "You wouldn't want him to do that, would you?" repeated the housekeeper. Captain Lote blew through the pipe stem. Then he said, "No, I wouldn't . . . but I'm darn glad he's got the spunk to WANT to do it.
"He's forgettin' it better every day, Albert," she said. "I do declare I never believed Capt'n Lote Snow could forget it the way he's doin'. And you well, you've forgot a whole lot, too. Memory's a good thing, the land knows," she added, sagely, "but a nice healthy forgetery is worth consider'ble some times and in some cases."
Rachel Ellis was at that moment in his mind and he answered as she might have done. "Er er Robert Penfold," he said. "Robert PENFOLD! What " Issachar could hold in no longer. "Robert Penfold nawthin'!" he shouted. "Who in thunder's he? 'Tain't Robert Penfold nor Robert Penholder neither. It's Al Speranza, that's who 'tis. He ain't killed, Cap'n Lote. He's alive and he's been alive all the time."
"Now there's General Rolleson in that book," she said. "Do you know who he makes me think of? Cap'n Lote, your grandpa, that's who." General Rolleson, as Albert remembered him, was an extremely dignified, cultured and precise old gentleman. Just what resemblance there might be between him and Captain Zelotes Snow, ex-skipper of the Olive S., he could not imagine.
Laban mopped his forehead with a hand which shook much as it had done during the interview with Albert in the room above the shoe store. "There there," he declared, in conclusion, "that's my fight, Cap'n Lote. Al and I, we we kind of went into it together, as you might say, though his enlistin' was consider'ble more heroic than mine yes indeed, I should say so . . . yes, yes, yes.
"Rachel," he said, "go up and get that case and fetch it down to the bedroom, will you? Hurry up! Train leaves at half-past two and it's 'most one now." Both women stared at him. Mrs. Ellis spoke first. "Why, Cap'n Lote," she cried; "be you goin' away?" Her employer's answer was crisp and very much to the point. "I am if I can get that case time enough to pack it and make the train," he observed.
"You hadn't ought to talk that way, Cap'n Lote," she said. "Not when Albert's around, you hadn't." "Eh? Why not?" "Because the first thing you know he'll be startin' for Canada to enlist. He's been crazy to do it for 'most a year." "He has? How do you know he has?" "Because he's told me so, more'n once." Her employer looked at her. "Humph!" he grunted.
Say, Al, if General what's-his-name er von Hindenburg is any harder scrapper than old Field Marshal Barleycorn he's a pretty tough one. Say, Al, you didn't say anything about about my er enlistin' to Cap'n Lote, did you? I meant to ask you not to." "I didn't, Labe. I thought you might want it kept a secret." "Um-hm.
He turned out to be the mate, Knud Lote, who had put on his best clothes when it came to leaving the ship. His eyes were screwed up, and the brine had frozen over them, like a glaze, or a big pair of spectacles. Against his knee rested the head of a third man one of the three I had first seen sitting amidships.
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