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Here and there about her a tangled mass of rigging drooped and sagged. And there she lay, in the red eye of the setting moon, in that solitary ocean, shadowy, antique, forlorn, a thing the most abandoned, the most sinister I ever remember to have seen. Then Strokher began to explain volubly and with many repetitions. "A derelict, of course. I was asleep; yes, I was asleep. Gross neglect of duty.
It was from the same stock of wine of which Ryder had sold some thousand cases to the Coreans the year before. "Not that I care a curse," said Strokher, the Englishman. "But I put it to you squarely that this voyage lacks that certain indescribable charm."
Would the morning never come? Ally Bazan his parents were Catholic began to mutter to himself. Then Hardenberg spoke aloud. "I particularly don't want that out there to cross our bows. I don't want it to come to that. We must get some sails on her." "And I put it to you as man to man," said Strokher, "where might be your wind." He was right. The Glarus floated in absolute calm.
Trust a sailor to give full value to anything savouring of the supernatural. Strokher promptly voted the ship a "queer old hooker anyhow, and about as seaworthy as a hen-coop." He held forth at great length upon the subject. "You mark my words, now," he said.
Shamelessly Hardenberg, at a loss for an answer, feigned an interest in the grummets of the life-boat cover and left me to lie as best I might. But it is not easy to explain why one should raise the sails of an anchored ship during the night, and Ally Bazan grew very suspicious. Strokher, too, had something to say, and in the end the whole matter came out.
"'Which the same observations, speaks up Strokher, twirlin' his yeller lady-killer, 'which the same observations, he says, 'has my hearty indorsement an' cooperation savin' in the particular of the description o' the gent. The gent is five foot eleven high, three feet thick, is the only son of my mother, an' has yeller mustaches and a buck tooth. "'He don't qualify, puts in Hardenberg.
An' you know what Peterson says of him didn't give him no trouble at all. One o' my best men, boys." "There have been," observed Strokher stolidly, "certain stories told about Nickerson. Not that I wish to seem suspicious, but I put it to you as man to man." "Ay," exclaimed Ally Bazan. "He was fair nutty once, they tell me. Threw some kind o' bally fit an' come aout all skew-jee'd in his mind.
But you goes to Palachi's agent over 'crost the bay for instructions and directions. "'But, says the Englisher, Strokher, 'this bettin' a blind play don't suit our hand. Why not' says he, 'make right up to Mister Palachi hisself? "'No, says Ryder, 'No, boys. Ye can't.
I does not, neither there, nor thereafterward, ever make no joke, nor yet no alloosion about, or concerning the Signorita Esperanza Palachi in the hearin' o' Hardenberg an' Strokher.
We gotta pick up a couple o' A.B.'s in Juneau, if so be we can." "How about the loot?" objected Strokher. "If one of those hands gets between decks he might smell a sea-otter, now. I put it to you he might." "My son," said Hardenberg, "I've handled A.B.'s before;" and that settled the question.
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