. The Viking blood; a story of seafaring. clambered upon the wharf, he waved an adieu to the anchored and good luck! he murmured. Youre abrave and gallant little ship—Helen Starhncl! The little band of adventurers parted company shortlyafterwards—Olsen and Hansen to a boarding house wherethey would meet others of their kind, and Chubby andThompson to try their luck at getting over to Liverpoolby working their way, or as steerage passengers. So-long, nipper! said Thompson to Donald. Goodluck to you in future. Well maybe meet again some day!Chubby wrung Donalds hand but said no
. The Viking blood; a story of seafaring. clambered upon the wharf, he waved an adieu to the anchored and good luck! he murmured. Youre abrave and gallant little ship—Helen Starhncl! The little band of adventurers parted company shortlyafterwards—Olsen and Hansen to a boarding house wherethey would meet others of their kind, and Chubby andThompson to try their luck at getting over to Liverpoolby working their way, or as steerage passengers. So-long, nipper! said Thompson to Donald. Goodluck to you in future. Well maybe meet again some day!Chubby wrung Donalds hand but said nothing. His heartwas too full for words. So long, Chubby! said Mc- 202 THE VIKING BLOOD Kenzie. Try and make Uncle give you your premiumback, but dont say that Im alive. So long! Joak McGlashan remained with Captain Nickerson andDonald. He would stay a while and try his hand cookinat the fushin before going home, and he, like Donald,would sail in the wake of the redoubtable Judson Nicker-son, and see where that worthy would lead CHAPTER NINETEEN ^^I^TAOW. hoys, Niekerson was saying, well takeI ^y the little packet steamer to-night an go home tomy peoples place daown the shore at EastvilleHarbor. Its a little fishing an boat-building taown, butits a pleasant place an pleasant folks live there. I calledthe old mother up on the telephone a while back an toldher I was blowing home with a couple o ship-mates andtheyll sure give us a welcome! How about getting some decent clothes, venturedDonald, looking ruefully at his rough sea-duds. Clothes be hanged! ejaculated the skippet. Get ahair-cut and a bath—thats more to the point. Were notsticklers for clothes daown aour way. Buy clothes whenyouve money to blow—not when youve a measly twentydollars in your jeans between you and destitution. Donald had been paid at the rate of twenty-five dollarsa month for the trip around, and Niekerson had alsosquared up his indebtedness to Donalds father. Of thehundred and fifty dollars w
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