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One day he pointed to the rigging with an unsteady forefinger, then, laying the same finger doubtfully upon his lips, said to Strokher: "A ship?" "Quite so, quite so, me boy." "Yes," muttered Nickerson absently, "a ship of course." Hardenberg expected to make Juneau on a Thursday. Wednesday afternoon Slick Dick came to him. He seemed never more master of himself. "How did I come aboard?" he asked.
We had left Strokher on the bridge it was his watch and had forgotten all about him in the interest of the game, when I suppose it was about one in the morning I heard him whistle long and shrill. I laid down my cards and said: "Hark!"
"What do we risk?" retorted Hardenberg; and it was the monosyllabic Strokher who gave the answer: "Chokee, by Jove!" "Ten is fair. It's ten or nothing," answered Hardenberg. "Gross, then, Joe. Ten on the gross or I give the job to the Ruggles and Banks." "Who's your bloomin' agent?" put in Ally Bazan. "Nickerson. I sent him with Peterson on that Mary Archer wreck scheme.
He laughed as he spoke, but when, just at that moment, a pan clattered in the galley, he jumped suddenly with an oath, and looked hard about the cabin. Then Strokher confessed to a sense of distress also. He'd been having it since day before yesterday, it seemed. "And I put it to you the glass is lovely," he said, "so it's no blow. I guess," he continued, "we're all a bit seedy and ship-sore."
It is a small world and I had just found out that my friend, Bunt McBride horse-wrangler, miner, faro-dealer and bone-gatherer whose world was the plains and ranges of the Great Southwest, was known of the Three Black Crows, Hardenberg, Strokher and Ally Bazan, and had even foregathered with them on more than one of their ventures for Cyrus Ryder's Exploitation Agency ventures that had nothing of the desert in them, but that involved the sea, and the schooner, and the taste of the great-lunged canorous trades.
Dixon a blyme ill beginnin'. I mean to stye awyke to-night." But if he was awake the little colonial was keeping close to his bunk at the time when Strokher and Hardenberg woke me at about three in the morning. I rolled out and joined them on the quarterdeck and stood beside them watching. The same figure again towered, as before, gray and ominous in the crosstrees.
Strokher saw him wave his arm slowly, now to the left, now to the right, and he took down the wig-wag as follows: "Stand in closer we have the skins." During the course of the next few days Strokher heard the different versions of the affair in the hut over and over again till he knew its smallest details.
"By this time the rowboat has gone a little ways off, an' then at last Hardenberg says: "'Welkum aboard, Signorita. "And Strokher cuts in with "'We thought it was to be a man that 'ud join us here to take command, but you, he says an' oh, butter wouldn't a-melted in his mouth 'But you he says, 'is always our mistress. "'Very right, bueno.
Also, I would get "Ally Bazan," Strokher and Hardenberg into trouble. Suppose on that certain summer's day, you had asked of Lloyds' agency where the Glarus was, and what was her destination and cargo.
"Look there," said Hardenberg, jerking his head toward the cutter, "how far'd we get before the customs would 'a' passed the tip to her and she'd started to overhaul us? That's what they feed her for to round up the likes o' us." "We got to do something rather soon," put in Strokher. "Here comes the custom house dinghy now." As a matter of fact, a boat was putting off from the dock.
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