. St. Nicholas [serial]. day down onthe dock he had heardtwo men talking. Myself, I dont carea mite, a big man withan iron-gray fringe ofbeard on his cheeks wassaying; but it s hardon the helmsmen, havingoniy three. Worrall leftme clean—the best manI ve seen in many ayear. Will you wait to getanother, CapnBullard? No. When the fittersget done with thoseboilers I m going to ve got ten thou-sand of steel and lumberready and waiting on theother side for me now. Rick ran all the way home. His mother sawthe flush on his cheek, the light in his blue knew—then waited. May I—Mother? T
. St. Nicholas [serial]. day down onthe dock he had heardtwo men talking. Myself, I dont carea mite, a big man withan iron-gray fringe ofbeard on his cheeks wassaying; but it s hardon the helmsmen, havingoniy three. Worrall leftme clean—the best manI ve seen in many ayear. Will you wait to getanother, CapnBullard? No. When the fittersget done with thoseboilers I m going to ve got ten thou-sand of steel and lumberready and waiting on theother side for me now. Rick ran all the way home. His mother sawthe flush on his cheek, the light in his blue knew—then waited. May I—Mother? The woman had looked long at her only child,long and hungril)—proudly, too. Then sheraised her head and smiled at Rick. Yes, she had said. Now the boy on the dock two thousand miles from home stirred restlessly. These were not thethings to think about. There was a present des-perate emergency that dwarfed those otherthings to insignificance. The sense of it returnedto his consciousness with the smart of a handled. NO FOOLIN, YOU. COME ALONG QUIET TO THE STATION (SEE NEXT PAGE) wound. It was the injustice that hurt days, every one had said—always five daysat the least. And the other quartermasters hadtaken their liberty first as a matter of one could go at a time; for three must beaboard to stand gangway watches. This was therule—his father had told him this. Then when the fourth night came, Rick hadbeen undecided. There was nothing to take him 872 PHANTOM GOLD (Aug. ashore. He had hardly any money: the crew, heknew, would not be paid off until the ship gothome. But Doolin had said, Why haint yuhin yer shore clos, young un? And the otherswere ready to sneer if he stayed. They thoughthim a green horn, anyway. So he had gone, with two and fourpence and hisfathers luck-piece, which he had found to be of nouse. He had walked in the night until his legsached; through dark and crooked cobbled streetsfirst, then out on smooth tar roads, where he sawthe
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