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And let all the bruising bosuns and bucko ship's officers afloat jump on me, but give me that and I'll take a chance. And " He stopped short and sighed. "I do get going sometimes, don't I?" He looked around the deck. In a bucket of water by the rail the bosun was bathing his battered features. "The bosun reminds me. To-day I promised him I'd finish my Flying Walrus song."
And then the Wolf spoke from the doorway in a hoarse whisper, and in the whisper there was a low, taunting laugh. "I been waitin' for you to try the window, but you're too foxy eh? All right, my bucko then I'll get you another way with just one shot, see? And then good-night! And say, whoever t'hell you are, thanks for crackin' the box for me!"
"Art hell!" sneered Clancy; and then he laughed coarsely, as, his fingers prodding under the miscellany of articles on the table, he suddenly held up a hypodermic syringe. "This is your art, my bucko! Why, you poor boob, don't you think I know you! Cocaine's the one thing on earth you live for. You're stewed to the eyes with it now. Here, just watch me!
"I want you to think," Jimmy would go on quietly, "of the dirty, lousy crowd of German waiters you remember at home in the days before the war. Do you remember their greasy-looking clothes, and their greasy-looking faces, and the way you used to treat 'em as the scum of the world? Would you have one of them, MacNab, cut the hands off your kid; would you, me bucko?" "I would not, sargint."
that far when the big man's hoarse bass interrupted, "Say you, what about that Number Seven tank?" " Says he, 'My bucko boys, it's asurely goin' to blow'" The pump-man paused, inclined his head, set one hand back of his ear, and asked, "And what about Number Seven tank? And speak up, son, so I can hear you." "Speak up!" The big man roared to the heavens. "Speak up! Don't tell me to speak up.
"Fer Gawd's sake, hurry up!" he urged irritably. "Or else lemme take another crack at it, Pinkie, an'..." A low, triumphant exclamation came from Pinkie Bonn, as the small door in the wall swung suddenly open. "There she is, my bucko!" he grinned. "Some nifty vault, eh? The old guy-" He stopped. He had thrust in his hand, and drawn it out again.
Captain Zelotes waved his hand, brushing the carload of pine out of the conversation. "Labe," he said, slowly, "did it seem to you that I was too hard on him?" Laban did not understand. "Hard on him?" he repeated. "I don't know's I just get " "Hard on Al. Did it seem to you as if I was a little too much of the bucko mate to the boy? Did I drive him too hard? Was I unreasonable?"
Says he, 'My bucko boys, it's asurely goin' to blow Take every blessed rag from her, strip her from truck to toe, And we'll see what she can make of it. And O, my eyes, it blew! And blew and blew, And blew and blew! My soul, how it did blow! Aboard the Flying Walrus in the Gulf o' Mexico. "The sea "
"Sorter what th' feller calls vain regrets," suggested McGuffey. "Vain regrets is the word," mourned Mr. Gibney. "It all comes back to me what I hove away when I was young an' foolish an' didn't know when I was well off. If there'd only been some good-hearted lad to advise me, I wouldn't be a-settin' here on a hemp hawser, a blasted beachcombin' bucko mate and out of a job. No, siree.
"Hi'd 'ave spliced 'is bleedin' 'eart but 'e spoiled me throw, the blarsted Bible shark, the " "That will do," said Newman quietly, and Cockney shut up. "Cockney has the guts, anyway," says Boston. "The bucko hain't; he backed down," says Blackie. "That will do you," Newman threw over his shoulder, and they shut up. "If I were sure " said Newman to Cockney.
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