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Updated: June 29, 2025
Them English stevedores generally rams th' stuffin' out av a ship in spite av th' marks they puts on 'em." Captain Sackett came from below and joined us. "I'd like to get that foremast aboard while it holds calm," said he; "and if you'll start the men, we'll have it done by noon. The sooner we all work together, the better.
I've got to go over to Sackett on business, and if you're going that way I'll take you." "What in?" "The Hawk." "That's me!" cried Ned. "I haven't been in an aircraft for some time." "Tell Miles to run her out," requested Tom. "I've got to go in and say hello to dad a minute, and then I'll be with you." "Seems like something was in the wind, Tom big doings?" hinted Ned. "Yes, maybe there is.
One, said the descriptions, compiled from the original information of Zenobia Perkins, Spinster; residence 259 Calle Real, Ermita; occupation, Vice-President and Accredited Representative for the Philippine Islands of the Patriotic Daughters of America, and the additional particulars later obtained from Lieutenant Gerard Stuyvesant, aide-de-camp to General Vinton, 595 Calle Real, Malate one, said the descriptions, was a burly, thick-set, somewhat slouching American, in clothing of the sailor slop-shop variety, a man of five feet six and maybe forty years, though he might be much younger; a coarse-featured, heavy-bearded man, with gray eyes, generally bleary, and one front tooth gone, leaving a gap in the upper jaw next the canine, which was fang-like, yellow, and prominent; a man with harsh voice and surly ways; a man known as Sackett among seamen and certain civilians who probably had made their way to Manila in the hope of picking up an easy living; a man wanted as Murray among soldiers for a deserter, jail-bird, and thief.
The civilian stepped forward, and without a word twice tapped with his forefinger the broad breast of Prisoner Murray and, never looking at him, turned again to the officer of the day. "What was his name in the Seventh?" asked the latter. "Sackett." The captain turned to the officer of the guard. "Mr. Ray," said he, "separate Murray from the garrison prisoners and have him put in a cell.
I called to Hans and Johnson to pass up the prisoner, and he soon stood on the Sovereign's poop, where he glared around him and made some inaudible remarks. The third mate, who stood near by, was about to speak to him when Captain Sackett stepped forward. "My man," said he, "your captain has asked me to keep you here and help me work this ship in.
He grew red in the face, and we peered over the treasure, hoping it would rise and give forth the welcome jingle. Suddenly there was a ripping sound. Trunnell straightened up quickly, staggered for an instant, and then pitched forward over the trunk, uttering a fierce oath. Mrs. Sackett screamed. Jennie burst into a wild fit of laughter.
I picked it up and opened the vial, thinking to taste it to see if it was quinine. Its weight, however, made me certain this could not be, and I was just about to put a bit on my tongue when Sackett stopped me. "It's bichloride of mercury. Don't taste it," said he. I was not much of a chemist; for a mate's knowledge of the atomic theory must necessarily be slight. "What's that?" I asked.
We went through everything in the cabin carefully, but the only thing of interest discovered was the photograph of a plump young woman torn fairly in two, the lower half bearing the inscription in Jackwell's handwriting, "Good riddance to bad rubbish." I had found this in the chart case and had examined it some minutes without comment, when Miss Sackett took it from me.
"I'm second in command here now, and I'll stay until the ship sinks or goes to port, in spite of you or any one else, unless you care to give me credit for my share of salvage as a volunteer to bring her in." "You will go to your room and not take any further part in the management of the vessel, I say," Captain Sackett ordered, "If you don't go freely, I'll order my men to assist you."
Then he put down the glasses and led the way aft without a word, Chips and I following. We went below and found Mrs. Sackett and Jennie in the saloon. "Where's the captain?" they asked in a breath. "Faith, an' he's changed ships, if ye please," said Chips. "And left a little thing behind he would have liked to have taken with him," I said. "What was the matter?" they both asked.
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