Pinkerton."
"Where's your mate?" snapped Jim.
"He's up town," returned the other.
"Up town!" sneered Pinkerton. "Now, I'll tell you what
you are--you're a Fraud; and if I wasn't afraid of
dirtying my boot, I would kick you and your dinner into
that dock."
"I'll tell you something, too," retorted the captain,
duskily flushing. "I wouldn't sail this ship for the
man you are, if you went upon your knees. I've dealt
with gentlemen up to now."
"I can tell you the names of a number of gentlemen
you'll never deal with any more, and that's the whole
of Longhurst's gang," said Jim. "I'll put your pipe
out in that quarter, my friend. Here, rout out your
traps as quick as look at it, and take your vermin
along with you. I'll have a captain in, this very
night, that's a sailor, and some sailors to work for
him."
"I'll go when I please, and that's to-morrow morning,"
cried the captain after us, as we departed for the
shore.
"There's something gone wrong with the world to-day; it
must have come bottom up!" wailed Pinkerton.
"Bellairs, and then the hotel clerk, and now this
Fraud! And what am I to do for a captain, Loudon, with
Longhurst gone home an hour ago and the boys all
scattered?"
"I know," said I; "jump in!" And then to the driver:
"Do you know Black Tom's?"
Thither then we rattled, passed through the bar, and
found (as I had hoped) Johnson in the enjoyment of club
life.
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