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Two sailors were washing down the decks of the Fuwalda, the first mate
was on duty, and the captain had stopped to speak with John Clayton and
The men were working backwards toward the little party who were facing
away from the sailors. Closer and closer they came, until one of them
was directly behind the captain. In another moment he would have
passed by and this strange narrative would never have been recorded.
But just that instant the officer turned to leave Lord and Lady
Greystoke, and, as he did so, tripped against the sailor and sprawled
headlong upon the deck, overturning the water-pail so that he was
drenched in its dirty contents.
For an instant the scene was ludicrous; but only for an instant. With
a volley of awful oaths, his face suffused with the scarlet of
mortification and rage, the captain regained his feet, and with a
terrific blow felled the sailor to the deck.
The man was small and rather old, so that the brutality of the act was
thus accentuated. The other seaman, however, was neither old nor
small--a huge bear of a man, with fierce black mustachios, and a great
bull neck set between massive shoulders.
As he saw his mate go down he crouched, and, with a low snarl, sprang
upon the captain crushing him to his knees with a single mighty blow.
From scarlet the officer's face went white, for this was mutiny; and
mutiny he had met and subdued before in his brutal career. Without
waiting to rise he whipped a revolver from his pocket, firing point
blank at the great mountain of muscle towering before him; but, quick
as he was, John Clayton was almost as quick, so that the bullet which
was intended for the sailor's heart lodged in the sailor's leg instead,
for Lord Greystoke had struck down the captain's arm as he had seen the
weapon flash in the sun.
Words passed between Clayton and the captain, the former making it
plain that he was disgusted with the brutality displayed toward the
crew, nor would he countenance anything further of the kind while he
and Lady Greystoke remained passengers.
The captain was on the point of making an angry reply, but, thinking
better of it, turned on his heel and black and scowling, strode aft.
He did not care to antagonize an English official, for the Queen's
mighty arm wielded a punitive instrument which he could appreciate, and
which he feared--England's far-reaching navy.
The two sailors picked themselves up, the older man assisting his
"Sam Benham is old enough to be the girl's father," he growled.Page 4
The burglar tore the inside of one trousers' leg and the back of his coat in his haste to pass through the barbed wire fence onto the open road.Page 9
" The boy smiled again as he felt the 'swag' hard and lumpy in his pockets.Page 12
Prim's choice, had he been the sole surviving male in the Universe, would have still been as far from Abigail's choice as though he had been an inhabitant of one of Orion's most distant planets.Page 13
Upon my word, I don't know what would become of this place if it wasn't for me.Page 21
needn't be afraid of me.Page 26
" The man was puzzled.Page 34
His cigaret drawing well Dopey Charlie resumed: "This Oskaloosa Kid's a bad actor," he volunteered.Page 40
From below came no repetition of the inexplicable noises of that night of terror and at last, with every object plainly discernible in the light of the new day, Bridge would delay no longer; but voiced his final determination to descend and make a fire in the old kitchen stove.Page 45
He certainly shot up the Dopey person; but I doubt if he ever robbed a house.Page 51
Doc said he hadn't no chance.Page 54
his eyes with theirs.Page 57
Little feller he were, not much older 'n' Willie.Page 58
" Detective Burton raised his eyebrows.Page 60
And as the three watched her other eyes watched them and the digging girl--wide, awestruck eyes, filled with a great terror, yet now and again half closing in the shrewd expression of cunning that is a hall mark of crafty ignorance.Page 64
We wander 'round country mak leetle money when Beppo dance; mak lot money when HE steal.Page 70
" Burton turned and eyed the boy sternly.Page 72
In his years of vagabondage Bridge had never crossed that invisible line which separates honest men from thieves and murderers and which, once crossed, may never be recrossed.Page 74
"I don' think he no hurt you anyway," she said.Page 88
"Wait," cried Jonas Prim, "I'm going with you," and without waiting to find a hat he ran quickly after the detective.