I went South, and even after I'd inspected what they'd picked up for a bargain I didn't reproach them; for, after all, what's an old wrecking tug5 beside two old friends? The Weeping Annie was her name, and she had her virtues6, but not the kind to take to sea with you.
We had great hopes that fall of what we would do in the Annie. But luck was against us. It turned out a clear, mild winter, with wrecks7 infrequent; so coming on to spring we swapped8 the Annie for a self-propelling steam-lighter9 with a pile-driving attachment10 on the for'ard end, called the Happy Day.
We warned the new owner of the Annie to keep a sharp eye out for her little tricks, but he was a wise one and we were only a bunch of young fellows that maybe were willing to hustle11, but in his eyes didn't know much. The new owner only waved his hand and said: "You boys watch out for the Happy and I will for the Annie."
We already guessed the Happy Day must have had her secret faults, but also we knew that if the Annie hadn't sunk under us four or five times while we had her it was owing to Scoot and his Leakitis. The first time we ever saw any of it was one morning in a pudding-dish on the galley12-table while Scoot was gone up the street to get some bacon to go with eggs for breakfast.
Wheezer noticed it before I did, and we thought it was some new kind of a breakfast-food, especially when a note alongside it in Scoot's writing said: "To be tried with one part milk." We gave it two parts milk—we had milk aplenty—and sprinkled a little sugar over it. Scoot's idea was to calk it into any open seam and let the water coming in swell13 it up. After it swelled14 up it would harden till it was like concrete. But that wasn't explained to us till later. It had reached the swelling-up stage in both our stomachs when Scoot came back with the bacon for breakfast. "Heaven's greatest gift to sufferin' man—stomach-pumps!" said Wheezer when we were safe over it.
But the chap that took over the Annie didn't have any Scoot Schulte for a partner. About a week after he got her from us he went down to the dock one morning to go aboard, but he didn't see her anywhere. "I told 'em to have her here, six sharp!" he howls; "and here it's half past and no sign of her." But the Annie was there all the time, only she was resting on bottom with only the top of her smoke-stack sticking up, and he didn't know it was her smoke-stack. While her crew was sleeping she'd been sinking. The men in the top bunks16 got out almost in comfort, but the chaps in the lower bunks were breathing more water than air when they woke up; there was nobody drowned, though. It seems the Leakitis stuff had to be reapplied about once a month or it would soften17 up and float away, but Scoot forgot to tell him that.
We expected to do great things with the Happy Day in the lighterage business; but there wasn't any lighterage business to do after we took her over. After one month of it, with nothing but overhead charges, we were ready to quit. I told Wheezer and Scoot to sell her for anything they could get and send me my share. I was going North. I'd never let on in my letters to my wife but what the prospects18 were fine, and she'd been writing me of an option she'd got on a nice little single house with a sun-parlor that would be great for the baby to play in, and I saw where it was up to me to get back to some regular work. Besides, I'd been seven months away and I wanted to see for myself if the baby was actually walking.
To save borrowing money for my passage North, I shipped for deck-hand on an oil-ship. I wanted to ship for seaman19, but I heard the skipper say to a man ahead of me: "I got all the seamen20 I need. What I want is a couple of men to swab decks and look after paint and brass-work and so on—deck-hands——"
He looked pretty sharp at me when I stepped up.
"My last job," I said before he could get started, "was rustling21 freight on a harbor lighter," and I pointed22 out the Happy Day to him across the harbor. "Oh," he said, "that's all right. Sign here." So I signed there, for deck-hand on the oil-ship Yucatan, Clarence Judkins, master.
Bayport wasn't a regular oil port, but a half-dozen trainloads of oil had been dumped in there to head off some of our war-ships on some manoeuvering cruise and hadn't headed 'em off; so now it was to be transshipped North. After I'd signed on I came down aboard the Happy Day to get my dunnage.
"Judkins—Clarence Judkins, did you say, is the name o' the skipper o' that oil-tanker you're goin' on?" asks Wheezer. "A well-set-up, handsome-lookin' guy, the kind to ketch a lady's eye an' lookin' like he believed in ketchin' 'em, an' a noily black piece o' whisker under his ears? Yes? Then," says Wheezer, "lemme tell you about that lad—Slick Clarence."
Wheezer generally had the asthma23, but the mild winter of the South had cleaned out his speaking-tubes, so that at this time he could talk fluently. "Judkins used to go master o' big steam-yachts, but the last time I seen him I was workin' for a ship-buildin' concern on the Delaware, 'n' we was buildin' a big steam-yacht that Judkins was superintendin' the buildin' of for a mult-eye millionaire. 'Anything Captain Judkins wants let him have: anything he wants—anything and everything,' says the millionaire, who had plenty o' money an' was a good sport. I'd like to been workin' for him myself.
"When Clarence'd get a little wine in—he never touched no beer nor cheap stuff—he used to like to have people listen to him talk," goes on Wheezer. 'D'y' s'pose I'm goin' to be standin' around 'n' lookin' on at those rich loafers havin' everythin' good in life an' me pikin' along on a hundred an' seventy-five a month? Not much!' says Clarence. 'Imagine a man o' my class havin' to stand to attention to a gangway when some o' those fat-waisted mushrooms an' their families come puffin' over the side! Look at me, that's got more brains 'n' looks, more class to me, than any owner ever I sailed out with—yeh, four times as much as most of 'em. An' some of 'em—why, I wouldn't use some of 'em to swab the decks o' their own yachts! Well, I might of their own yachts,' Clarence adds after a while, 'but not o' no yacht o' mine if I owned one. An' maybe I will be ownin' one afore long,' he says.
"An' he did. Outer the extra stuff he ordered for the big steam-yacht he built a little steam-yacht for himself 'n' sold her to a party that never asked him how he come to be gettin' so fine a bargain for twenty thousand dollars. So there's Slick Clarence Judkins," winds up Wheezer. "An' will youse tell me what he's doin' master of a noil-tanker at a hundred an' fifty a month?"
I couldn't tell him. But it was time to show up aboard the oil-ship, and I did; and we lay in the harbor for two days, and when we did put out, it was in weather that any longshoreman could have told was going to be thick even if 'twouldn't be rough outside. About forty miles to the east'ard of Bayport is Horseshoe Shoal. In thick weather inbound vessels24 once in a while went enough out of their reckoning to fetch up there; but anything outbound generally gave it a wide berth25, because there was no need to be cutting close to it. It was a long sand-spit shoaling up so easy that in smooth weather a deep-draft ship could slide up on it while she was yet a long way from where any surf showed on it.
In less than four hours out of Bayport the Yucatan's bow fetches up nice and easy on Horseshoe and stays there. It was thick by now, with no sea to speak of; but there was a long swell and we were deep loaded, which meant that we were almost down to our main deck, and we carried an open rail amidships, which meant that when a swell heaved up against our side it didn't have to roll very high to roll aboard, and after rolling aboard it just naturally kept on rolling across our deck and over on the other side. It was like seeing surf breaking over a rock in the ocean; and to men not used to a deep-loaded oil-ship, and not knowing too much of the sea anyway, it wasn't hard to understand why they might think they were in great danger. Anyway, the seamen or deck-hands or seagoing laborers—whatever it was they shipped for—soon began to pick out safe, high spots and to cling tight to them.
Any shipmaster that wanted to could, of course, have stopped all that with ten words; but says Captain Clarence, waving his hand and singing out from the bridge: "Have no fear, my lads. Trust to me. I will bring you safe out of this." Which was a new one, he being, according to Wheezer's account of him, more often given to damning their hides and blue lights and in other little ways putting the fear of the bridge into the deck of what ships he'd ever been master of. "Have no fear, my men, I'll guard your lives," says Captain Clarence. And it sounded fine, only a couple of wrecking tugs26 would have walked her off, and certainly her own engines ought to have backed her off, if he'd only stop making speeches and try them.
But Wheezer never said that Captain Clarence was any fool, and he probably knew what he was doing every minute. He went for'ard now and hove the lead a few times, and then hove it aft, and then came back to the bridge looking more solemn than before; and, looking up at him, there was no doubt that most of the crew thought if they didn't get off that ship, and in a hurry, they were gone.
"But fear not," says Judkins; "we shall yet escape from this peril27," and blows a distress28 signal, and right away comes an answer; and in about a minute and a half, from almost under our stern, comes a tugboat, the Niobe, with "Parson" Davies skipper of her. I'd never met Davies, but I'd heard of him; and I'd seen the Niobe laying off Bayport Harbor when we came out, and what would be bringing her so handy now, and she not hailing from Bayport at all, but from Westport, a hundred miles farther away?
Judkins hailed the Niobe to have a line ready, and then turns to us and says: "Men, it would be a great deed for me to imperil your lives to save this valuable ship and cargo29 to her owners; but what a nobler, what a far nobler, deed it is to save human lives! Not my life, men, but others'—your lives, fathers of families that I know some of you are, or loving husbands, brothers, and sons of loving mothers. But can we thus save her? No, no; we cannot. In a few hours it will be dark, and these seas, which you see breaking over this noble ship, will most surely batter30 her and all on her before morning. It would then be too late to escape from her. Not," he says, waving his hand, "that we shall not even now make a desperate attempt to get her off. We shall. Indeed we shall!" and orders a line taken from the Niobe. I made it my business—there was no competition—to be the man making the line fast to our after-bitts, and a worn and ancient piece of hemp31 I saw it was. The Niobe backed off, and the line parted. She passed us another line, and that parted. The second line was rottener than the first, and while she was doing it I knew there was a store-new 200-fathom coil of a 13-inch hawser32 in our hold.
When the second line parts, Judkins waves his arms in despair and orders the Niobe to make fast under our high lee quarter, where it is smooth as milk and plenty of water for a tug of her tonnage. "Captain Davies," he calls out then, "what a fortunate event for us you happened along!"
"Yes, captain," responds "Parson," his head out of his pilot-house window. "A most heavenly inspiration it was which impelled33 me in this direction in weather like this."
"Doubtless, doubtless, the hand o' Providence," says Judkins in a downcast voice; and then, more lively: "What is your judgment34 of this gale35, Captain Davies?"
Gale! A man could have almost gone motor-boating with a bunch of seaside hotel guests in it.
"If I know anything of weather, captain," says "Parson," rolling his head this way and that at the sky, "she's comin' on to blow a hurricane. And for you to keep your crew aboard your doomed36 ship durin' the fury of it would be nothin' less than criminal, captain. Not" (raising one pious37 hand) "that I would set my judgment over agin yours, captain, for your vast experience of the sea qualifies you to judge of these things even better than I."
By this time most of our crew had left their high roosts and were crowding the lee rail to get aboard the Niobe; and Judkins says: "All right, men—go aboard." And all went aboard the tug, Judkins checking off every man by the ship's list as we passed him at the rail. And the Niobe headed back to Bayport.
On the run back to Bayport Judkins and Davies were alone in the cabin of the tugboat. I spent all that same way back trying to figure out their little game. I didn't feel too sure I had it right, but when the Niobe hit the dock I went four bells and the jingle38 up the street looking for Wheezer, and found him where anybody in town could of a Wednesday or Saturday night:
TERPSICHORE HALL
25 Cents for Gents—15 for Ladies
There was the illuminated39 sign hanging out over the sidewalk so that even a drunken sailor couldn't miss it.
You didn't have to haul Wheezer into any dry dock to see that his lines weren't laid down for speed, but his first rush, when I told him what was in sight, carried him clear to the head of the dock.
"The salvage40! O the lovely salvage! We'll get her off!" says Wheezer. "We'll charter a tug, hah?"
I wasn't strong for chartering any tugs and let everybody know about it. We had no money to be chartering tugs, anyway, and, besides, if I had Judkins and Davies's little game sized up right, there'd be no loose tugs left to charter out of Bayport that night. "We'll make it in the Happy Day," I says.
"The Happy Day!" says Wheezer; and then: "Well, all right—if you think she'll make it."
We went down to tell Scoot, and found him reading from a book he was holding up before him with one hand and eating crackers41 and cheese and a smoked herring from a plate atop of a galley-stove with the other.
"A wonderful, wonderful man, Confucius," says Scoot to Wheezer; and then seeing me, too: "What! Hasn't that oil-packet departed yet?"
"Wonderful maybe, but stow him, whoever the loafer is, 'n' listen to me 'n' the captain," says Wheezer. And Scoot listens, and before I was half through he stows Confucius—a fine, fat volume, with a leaf turned down to mark the place—under his mattress42.
"I shall need a helper," says Scoot. "And also I think it will be wise for me to prepare some fresh applications of Leakitis if we are to put out to sea in this venerable ark to-night."
Up to the Blue Light saloon there was always a bum43 or two looking for a bit of change. On the way there I passed the Bayport Hotel and saw that Captain Judkins and Captain Davies had already an admiring audience to listen to the disaster to the Yucatan.
A hard-looking party was trying to hold the barkeeper up for a drink when I reached the Blue Light. He was the only being in the place who looked husky enough to lift more than the weight of his elbow to the level of his shoulder. I offered him ten dollars for the next twenty-four hours. "To work on a hurry-up job on a steam-lighter," I explained. "That's if you're tough enough for it on a windy night," I added.
"Tough work? William T. Coots is my name—and the T stands for tough."
"Come on then," I said, "here's one dollar down." It was the last dollar I had.
William T. could never leave there with that dollar in his pocket. He made a great fellow of himself by buying drinks for a bunch of bums44, and then I warped45 him in and grappled him to me. Passing the Bayport Hotel this time, I could see Judkins and Davies still talking, only by this time some of the crew were giving out interviews, too, and the audience included two or three reporters, and all hands had moved from the lobby to the barroom.
After a peek46 at that cheerful party and then at the dark harbor I didn't blame William T. for wanting to go in and join them, but he had signed to go a cruise on the Happy Day. I reasoned with him till he told me for the third time that he was William T. Coots, a tough guy, and was going to have one more drink. Then I dropped fair words, walloped him back on to the sidewalk, ran him down aboard the Happy Day, and introduced him to Scoot.
We put out. The Happy Day was an ancient craft that had been built right there in Bayport, and if she'd ever been outside the harbor before, the oldest inhabitant couldn't recall it. How she was going to act outside this night none of us would bet, but we hoped she'd surprise us.
But she acted pretty much like we figured she would. She had a 65-foot hammer hoist47. We couldn't see ten feet away—it was a dark, drizzly48 night—but we could feel the runways of that hoist waving somewhere up in the clouds above us. And no harm in that, if it didn't come down on our heads; and no harm when she wouldn't lift from a sea—she wasn't built to—but if only she'd let one pass! But not a blessed one. She'd slue around sideways, and the next one would hit her a swipe, and aboard they'd come as if all the welcome in the world was waiting them.
The Happy Day rated a deck-house amidships, with a galley and a little L that Scoot had built on, with a bunk15 to sleep in of nights. A sea coming aboard one side took the house along with it over the other side. "O' course," said Wheezer, "it was nachally to be espected, but if she'd waited till next week I was reckonin' to had her painted red with blue trimmin's, an' sell her along o' the rest o' the lighter."
When the house threatened to loosen up first, Scoot came up out of the hold to rescue Confucius from his bunk, with a brier pipe he'd bought years before this for a half-crown in Liverpool and a pair of custom-made pants he used to wear to parties.
A couple of tons of water in the shape of a small sea chased Scoot back down the ladder. A spry one, Scoot. He got out of the way, holding Confucius and the pants high in the air. The back of William T's neck happened to be about the middle of the region where most of that sea landed below. After he'd coughed up what he could from his insides, William T. had a word to say. Scoot had rigged up a bilge-pump which worked from the hold. William T. was told to work that as well as shovel49 the coal. What he wanted to say was that he'd shovel the coal or he'd stand by the pump, but not both. "What did I ship for—what for?" he demanded of Scoot.
Scoot was a little man, and he used to rig up a pair of big black horn-rimmed spectacles he owned and talk with care before strangers, but he wasn't so safe as he looked. His father, a delicatessen man, had intended him for a chemist, and then died in time to save him from it. Scoot had other notions, and only he met a Barbados negro with a head made of the same mixture as two parts in five Portland cement after it'd had two days to set—only for him Scoot said he might have been a light-weight champion riding around in his own auto50. After that fight he said he'd never raise his hand to a man again. No, sir; it would be a meat-axe for him—also he was going to draw the color line. And the higher life for him thereafter.
"Only in toilsome essays to climb the heights
Does man from his baser nature rise,"
Scoot used to say. And he did essay to climb, but every once in so often his foot would slip and down he'd come and begin to claw around like anybody else.
"That big brute51 that toted me aboard here, and that other big brute up on deck, mebbe they c'n lick me," said William T. now; "but no red chin-whiskered, toothless runt like you kin4."
Scoot wasn't shy any teeth. It was the way his under jaw52 was hung. When he'd take to chewing with his front teeth, that lower jaw used to come up outside the upper one. But it was true about his chin-whisker, and he didn't like it.
"That so?" says Scoot, and stows his big horn spectacles in their case and selects a nice long spanner; and when William T. came at him wide open he tapped him—once, twice—neatly.
When William came to, Scoot was waving a full-sized twenty-pound shovel before his eyes. Says Scoot: "Observe, please, this instrument. You insert the forward end of it under this pile of coal—so; and you elevate it—so: a hand here and a hand there; and you project it into the firebox—so. And so on and so on, repeating ad noshum. You savvy53?" says Scoot. "Cause if you don't, then you hear me, son; I'll whale the everlastin' livers 'n' lights outer your debased hide."
"You-all are sure a bunch o' tough guys," says William T.; and thereafter Scoot went around applying Leakitis to the worst spots in peace.
We were having our own recreation up on deck. I was to the wheel, of course, and as long as I hung on there I was all right. But Wheezer had to stay forward to keep a lookout54. We didn't have any lights, and we didn't want any wandering craft to be running over us in the dark and drizzle55. Wheezer wanted to climb up the hammer hoist to get out of the way of the seas, but wasn't too sure he wouldn't come down and go any minute over the side with it. He wound up by lashing56 himself to a weather-deck bitt and letting most of the water in the Gulf57 of Mexico flow over him. Being, as he said, a diver by trade, 'twas no strange thing for him to be under water, but being under this way, he said he missed the air-tube. In the middle of it he remembered he forgot to say good-by to his partner at the dance-hall. "If anything happens us, I hope she won't think I came out here to get lost a-purpose to get away from her," said Wheezer.
From time to time Scoot stuck out his head to make sure we weren't yet washed overboard, and to report on the leaks; and also on William T. Scoot wouldn't call William any Olympic champion with a shovel, but—doubtless we had noticed it—he was producing steam.
Which was so. Four miles an hour was all we ever figured on driving the Happy Day across smooth harbor routes, and here she was banging out that many in a seaway on the open gulf, making fair allowance, of course, for the side slips. She was all right, the old Happy, and she brought us at daybreak to Horseshoe Shoal and the Yucatan, she still with her bow fast but her stern loose to the seas. Without wasting any time, I laid the Happy Day alongside, and Wheezer was about to go aboard her when he was met at the gangway by a cat.
Wheezer always did have a terrible respect for the laws of the sea. "Ain't there some law about ship's cats?" he asks now; and Scoot digs out his case and adjusts his glasses, and after a little meditation58 says: "There are, Wheezer, many superstitions59 and traditions connected with the sea. A marvellous vehicle of misinformation and credulous60 belief, the sea. Reflect on the vogue61 which sea-serpents have enjoyed. Reflect on how the ferocity of sharks has been exaggerated. It is doubtless the fact, Wheezer, that jaded62 imaginations thankfully accepted these ancient fallacies to render more startling the dénouement of their dramas. To such, doubtless, do we owe the invention of the cat on abandoned ships to frustrate63 the hopes of those who would claim honest salvage." Scoot took another breath. "It is usually a black cat, but even so for a cat to rank before the law as the equal of a human creature is absurd. This, I perceive" (Scoot let the back of his head settle on to his shoulder so's to have a good look) "is not a black but a gray cat, Wheezer—a lean, gray feline64. In the days of the ancient Persians, Wheezer, a gray cat was a symbol of——"
"Scat, you slab-sided gray symbol!" barked Wheezer just then, and the cat scatted with a long leap from the rail of the oil-ship on to Scoot's shoulder, and from there into the hold of the Happy Day.
"Whatever the Persians thought o' cats, this cat's off her now, Scoot," said Wheezer—"she's sure abandoned now," and went aboard.
"It looked hungry passing me," said Scoot, and called down to Billie T. to feed it a little lubricating oil on a shovel. "It's nourishing and fattening," says Scoot, "and we'll keep it aboard. Every seagoing ship should have one for luck."
Wheezer reported not another soul aboard the oil-ship; and, under the laws of the sea, that made her ours to do what we pleased with. And we had our own notions of how to work her off the bar. We broke out ten or a dozen barrels of oil and poured them over the troubled waters. Then I belted and bolted Wheezer into his diving-suit, and broke out our steam-drill—left over from the Weeping Annie—and Wheezer dropped over and began to bore holes under the bow of the oil-ship.
Scoot had never been shipmates with an oil-burner before, and he went below to get acquainted with this one. I was busy wiring charges of dynamite65 for what we had to do next, so to William T. was left the job of pumping air to Wheezer. Twice Wheezer came up, his cheeks bulging66 out when I unscrewed his helmet, to ask me to explain to William T. that pumping the air ahead of time and then resting up to wait till that was used up wasn't the way of it—not if Wheezer was to stay alive. Regular and steady, that was the word, said Wheezer.
Wheezer got all his holes bored and the dynamite planted in them. This was a lot of dynamite left over when we traded the Weeping Annie; we'd kept it in the hold of the Happy Day, which was another reason for Scoot to sleep aboard her nights. He said he wasn't going to let her blow up some night and no one on board to prove who did it.
When we were all ready on deck, Scoot said he guessed he'd take a chance on her engines. He would not bet on what would happen, but he guaranteed we'd get action of some kind, even if it was no more than a cylinder-head blown through the side of the ship, if we'd only come below and help him out. So we passed him this and that, turned this jigger and that jigger to his orders, and by and by he lights a row of jets and her engines turned all right.
"Any time now," says Scoot, and I touched off the dynamite, and what looked like a million cubic yards of mixed stuff comes splattering up from under her bow. William T., who was leaning over the bow to see how it worked, got most of the oil, that being on top. Then I gave Scoot the bells, he backed her engines, and off she came smooth and easy.
While William T. was picking the oil and sand and mud and sea-water out of his eyes and ears and nose and mouth, and complaining that somebody oughter tipped him off, I called to him to shift the Happy Day's line so she could drift astern of the ship. "And whatever yuh do, son, hang onter her line," Wheezer warned him. By this time William had shed his first independent views of things and was obeying orders fine; so when the Happy Day went whirling astern, William was hanging on to the end of the line. Down the deck he went skidding67 on his heels, and over the rail, still hanging on to the line.
Finding himself overboard, he climbed up on the Happy Day. By this time we were well off the bank in pretty good water, and I sung out to William that I would swing around and get him, and gave the necessary bells when the time came for Scoot to back her; but Scoot, I guess, wasn't yet full shipmates with his oil-burning machinery68, for we kept right on going ahead till we went clean through and over the Happy Day.
I remember seeing the cat climbing up the hammer hoist when it saw what was coming and clawing into its place up top; and how when the Happy went under and the tall hoist careened over toward us, the cat made one flying leap on to the oil-ship's deck. When Scoot heard of that later, he said: "We'll name it Confucius—a wonderful, wise cat."
When William T. saw what was coming, he took a running long dive and overboard from the other end of the Happy Day. Wheezer stove in the heads of four or five more barrels of oil and dumped them over the side so's to make it easier for William clawing around in the seaway. When he came swimming aboard, he was wanting to know wasn't there any jobs that didn't require him to swaller any more oil—shovelling coal or working bilge-pumps, he didn't care. So we let him go down to the engine-room to help out Scoot.
We ought to have seen the morning papers before we did to enjoy what happened next. Captain Davis of the Niobe was to depart at daybreak to make another desperate attempt to save the oil-ship in the teeth of the storm, the morning papers said. And he did. We met him on our way back to Bayport, and he steamed around us two or three times. Then he steamed away for Westport. He didn't say a word himself, but she carried the most eloquent69 stern, the Niobe, that ever I looked at through glasses when she was steaming away.
The oil-ship was down by the head a trifle where the dynamite had loosened her bow-plates a little, but nothing to hurt. We got her into port all right.
But getting a salvaged70 ship into port don't always end a man's troubles. There was a slick young lawyer came to us. He said he'd like to handle our case. We asked what his charge would be, and he said: "Oh, that will be all right—I'll make my price to suit you boys." We said all right, go ahead, and "Now, boys," he says then, "what's the story? Give it to me straight."
I tells him the story. He rubs his hands and chuckles71, and says: "Good! Great! Nothing to it—a pipe! But listen to me, boys. When you get up there in court, don't go trying to make any joke of it the same as you just done to me. Everything is all fixed72 up nicely for you to play heroes' parts. Here are all the newspaper accounts—look—of Captain Davies's heroic work and seamanship, as told by Captain Judkins, and of Captain Judkins's humane73 and heroic work as told by Davies. Even the crew—look—give out interviews of what heroes they were. And, lemme tell you, I've seen the Happy Day many a time, and I wouldn't go outside in her for a million dollars. Now play it up, play it up—the storm, the peril, your own heroic efforts, you know."
Which was all right to say; but imagine any human being getting up to tell of our trip and leave out the funny little parts, especially when we see Judkins sitting in a back bench listening, though he didn't listen too long. He all at once got up and didn't come back.
In the old days we'd have been awarded 50 or 60 per cent for our part, and she was a million-dollar ship with her cargo; but the insurance companies don't let any loose-footed seafarers put across anything like that these days. We got thirty thousand dollars for salving the ship, and ten thousand more for the loss of the Happy Day.
Our slick lawyer said we hadn't played it up right. "But never mind," he said; "I've been allowed full damages for the Happy Day and awards for your time and some of the risk you-all ran. There's twenty thousand for you boys."
Wheezer and Scoot looked at me, and I looked at the lawyer. "Twenty thousand? Don't you think it's too much for us?" I asks.
"Why," he says, "it is a lot o' money for you boys to be carrying away for one night's work. But I generally split it that way—fifty-fifty."
We were in his office. I told Wheezer and Scoot to wait for me below. "Perhaps there'd better be no witnesses," I whispered to Scoot, and they got out.
The bright young lawyer takes another look at me after I lock the door and come back to him. "What do you mean to do?" he says.
And I said: "First, I'm going to give you one whale of a beating."
"You lay your hands on me," he says, "and I'll have you up for assault and battery. I'll show every mark in open court."
"I'm going to mark you," I said, "where you won't show them in any open court."
And I did. "And that's only the beginning," I said; but about then he agreed to call in Wheezer and Scoot; and, for instructing us to comport74 ourselves with dignity before the high court, we thought five hundred was about right, and after another little chat he agreed it was. We gave William T. the same for what he'd done, and he stayed drunk for a week at the Blue Light, which is what we reckoned he would do. But he was his own boss ashore75.
Before I was fairly home the wife rushes me over to the little house she'd the option on. Being only two blocks south of the boulevard didn't make any hit with me, for the next thing I could see where she'd be breaking into society. But when I see the baby that I'd left kicking his legs in a baby-carriage—when I see him sprinting76 around the sun-parlor on his own feet, I begin to see the beauty of sun-parlors. "Take it," I said.
She certainly was tickled77. "I always knew," she said, before I had time to say another word, "that all you needed was to apply yourself steadily78 to make your fortune."
Well, she's a great little woman, and what's the good of hurrying up to break illusions? I waited all of two hours before I told her how I made the price of the house.
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wheezer
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| 喘息； 发出呼哧呼哧的喘息声 | |
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prospect
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| n.前景，前途；景色，视野 | |
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tug
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virtues
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| 美德( virtue的名词复数 )； 德行； 优点； 长处 | |
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| n.沉船( wreck的名词复数 )；（事故中）遭严重毁坏的汽车（或飞机等）；（身体或精神上）受到严重损伤的人；状况非常糟糕的车辆（或建筑物等）v.毁坏[毁灭]某物( wreck的第三人称单数 )；使（船舶）失事，使遇难，使下沉 | |
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swapped
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lighter
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| n.打火机，点火器；驳船；v.用驳船运送；light的比较级 | |
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attachment
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hustle
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| v.推搡；竭力兜售或获取；催促；n.奔忙(碌) | |
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galley
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swelled
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bunk
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bunks
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soften
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prospects
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pointed
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asthma
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berth
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tugs
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cargo
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batter
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hawser
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impelled
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judgment
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jingle
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illuminated
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salvage
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crackers
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mattress
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bum
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warped
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shovel
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auto
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brute
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jaw
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lookout
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drizzle
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lashing
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gulf
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jaded
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feline
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dynamite
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