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If I were to pile up this old schooner to-
morrow," he added, "I declare I believe I would try the
thing again!"
"Insured?" inquired Havens.
"Yes," responded Dodd. "There's some fool in 'Frisco
who insures us, and comes down like a wolf on the fold
on the profits; but we'll get even with him some day."
"Well, I suppose it's all right about the cargo," said
Havens.
"O, I suppose so!" replied Dodd. "Shall we go into the
papers?"
"We'll have all to-morrow, you know," said Havens; "and
they'll be rather expecting you at the club. C'EST
L'HEURE DE L'ABSINTHE. Of course, Loudon, you'll dine
with me later on?"
Mr. Dodd signified his acquiescence; drew on his white
coat, not without a trifling difficulty, for he was a
man of middle age, and well-to-do; arranged his beard
and moustaches at one of the Venetian mirrors; and,
taking a broad felt hat, led the way through the trade-
room into the ship's waist.
The stern boat was waiting alongside--a boat of an
elegant model, with cushions and polished hard-wood
fittings.
"You steer," observed Loudon.


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