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The second officer of the Sovereign appeared to enjoy the situation, and would laugh until ordered from the table by Sackett. Miss Sackett, of course, would not dine with the rest, but had her meals served in her stateroom by the steward, who did it with a very bad grace, grumbling and complaining at the extra work.
The photograph he recognized at once, his former captain's daughter, and he begged for it and kept it about him until one evening he was taken with another fit, and when he came to the picture was gone. That night he found Sackett nearly crazy drunk at their lodgings in Ermita.
To-morrow" a smile flitted round his mouth "I'll hang their hides where every coyote and vulture can see." Toward four o'clock in came Doctor Sackett and Culver. The room was flooded with light the infinite light of the late-spring afternoon reflected on the white enamel and white brocade of walls and furniture. On the floor in the heaps and coils of ticker-tape lay Dumont.
But Stuyvesant was out of the gate and at last out of hearing, and with a vicious bang to the door, the lady of the P. D. A.'s, so recently victimized by the astute Sackett, retired to the sanctity of her own apartment, marvelling at the infatuation of men. And yet, though Stuyvesant had angrily striven to silence the woman and had left her in disgust, her words had not failed of certain weight.
They sneaked downstairs and out into the Faura, and there Sackett ran right into the soldier's arms. There was a short, terrible battle, the soldier against Sackett and his sailor friend.
This time there was a compass and water breaker aboard, and a foghorn in the stern sheets in case of need. Mrs. Sackett was helped into the small craft, and her daughter followed, both women looking brighter than at any time during the cruise. Mrs. Sackett was not a bad-looking woman at any time, being of about the medium height, with a smooth complexion, and her figure finely proportioned.
He didn't suppose any of the crew of the Pirate cared to take chances, but if they did, he would let them. He said he could work the wreck into some port, probably Cape Town, and save her. "But he will surely be lost," cried Miss Sackett. "I shall go to him myself and persuade him not to do this foolish thing.
We were sent to Fort Meade, and there was a gambler in Deadwood, Sackett by name, who had been a few months in the Seventh, but got bob-tailed out for some dirty work, and he knew me at once and swore he'd give me away if I didn't steer fellows up against his game after pay-day.
"If a man could dive under her a few times," said Sackett, "he might see, with the light as good as it is now. What do you think, Mr. Rolling?" "It would take a good swimmer to go clear under her broad beam," I answered. "I don't believe there's any one aboard who could do it, even with a line around him." England, the stout sailor, was standing near the rail while I spoke.
Rolling, I don't care a rap for ships," said she. "They don't interest me any more, and I don't think they are the place for women, anyhow." "It would be mighty lonesome for some men if they acted on that idea and kept out of them," I answered. We were all alone by the mizzen, the captains having gone below with Mrs. Sackett to show her the interior of the ship.
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