. St. Nicholas [serial]. He brought no packages backwith him—nothing but a newspaper, the mostnatural and ordinary thing in the world, stickingout of his coat pocket. Vaguely disappointed, Rick went down to getsupper. From the galley he heard the rattle ofthe anchor chain in the hawse-pipes and felt theslow lift to her bows as the Laughing Lass turnedagain into the open seas. A bell-buoy clangedmournfully, the sound growing fainter andfainter as the schooner plowed steadily while the boy went doggedly about hisgreasy tasks, his heart grew very heavy withinhim. There came to his mind
. St. Nicholas [serial]. He brought no packages backwith him—nothing but a newspaper, the mostnatural and ordinary thing in the world, stickingout of his coat pocket. Vaguely disappointed, Rick went down to getsupper. From the galley he heard the rattle ofthe anchor chain in the hawse-pipes and felt theslow lift to her bows as the Laughing Lass turnedagain into the open seas. A bell-buoy clangedmournfully, the sound growing fainter andfainter as the schooner plowed steadily while the boy went doggedly about hisgreasy tasks, his heart grew very heavy withinhim. There came to his mind the memory of anafternoon, warmly bright as this one had been,when he had run home to his mother from thedocks, that eager question on his lips. Rick shuthis eyes—the little white cottage sprang into view,its flat stone door-step shaded by the rose vine,the braided rug within, and the mother standingthere, staring hungrily down into his eyes, sub-mitting proudly, at last, to family tradition. 1104 PHANTOM GOLD 1105. THERE WAS SOMETHING PURPOSEFUL IN THE STEADY DIP OF MOUIRES OARS The skiff came into their talk again at four were in the forecastle, for Manuel took awatch with the three deck-hands, and it was histrick at the wheel. I hears some bloke speakin of shovin offfrom this-here old crate, said Hamlin. Uh-huh, grunted Ban Hoag. Wots the idear? Well, we aint exactly tickled along of thiscruise. It dont look not? Well, this cabin-boy— a jerk of Bansknife indicated Rick—this feller here tells ushow he sees an hears some blarsted funny-lookin things, he does. Ban went into details,while the bosn stared at him in silence and littleDutchys washed-out gray eyes grew big assaucers. Guns, ye say? It was absurdly character-istic that Dutchys voice should be a high andquavering treble. Whats he want o guns? An that s what we wants t know, said 1106 PHANTI Ban. It dont look right. What s he doin,anyhow?—thats what I argues. If its a bloom-in pleasu
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