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Page 80
"Up jib and fores'l!" shouted Disko, getting to the wheel, as the
wind took her. "See you later, Harve. Dunno but I come near
thinkin' a heap o' you an' your folks."
Then she glided beyond ear-shot, and they sat down to watch her
up the harbour, And still Mrs. Cheyne wept.
"Pshaw, my dear," said Mrs. Troop: "we're both women, I guess.
Like's not it'll ease your heart to hev your cry aout. God He knows
it never done me a mite o' good, but then He knows I've had
something to cry fer!"
Now it was a few years later, and upon the other edge of America,
that a young man came through the clammy sea fog up a windy
street which is flanked with most expensive houses built of wood
to imitate stone. To him, as he was standing by a hammered iron
gate, entered on horseback--and the horse would have been cheap at
a thousand dollars--another young man. And this is what they said:
"Hello, Dan!"
"Hello, Harve!"
"What's the best with you?"
"Well, I'm so's to be that kind o' animal called second mate this
trip. Ain't you most through with that triple invoiced college of
yours?"
"Getting that way. I tell you, the Leland Stanford Junior, isn't a
circumstance to the old 'We're Here'; but I'm coming into the
business for keeps next fall."
"Meanin' aour packets?"
"Nothing else. You just wait till I get my knife into you, Dan. I'm
going to make the old line lie down and cry when I take hold."
"I'll resk it," said Dan, with a brotherly grin, as Harvey dismounted
and asked whether he were coming in.
"That's what I took the cable fer; but, say, is the doctor anywheres
araound? I'll draown that crazy nigger some day, his one cussed
joke an' all."
There was a low, triumphant chuckle, as the ex-cook of the 'We're
Here' came out of the fog to take the horse's bridle. He allowed no
one but himself to attend to any of Harvey's wants.
"Thick as the Banks, ain't it, doctor?" said Dan, propitiatingly.
But the coal-black Celt with the second-sight did not see fit to
reply till he had tapped Dan on the shoulder, and for the twentieth
time croaked the old, old prophecy in his ear.
"Master--man. Man--master," said he. "You remember, Dan Troop,
what I said? On the 'We're Here'?"
"Well, I won't go so far as to deny that it do look like it as things
stand at present," said Dan. "She was a noble packet, and one way
an' another I owe her a heap--her and Dad."
"Me too," quoth Harvey Cheyne.
End of The Project Gutenberg Etext of Captains Courageous, by Kipling
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