's agent (that's Mr. Topelius) has taken
and lain down with the jaundice on the strength of it.
I guess most people would, in his shoes; no trade, no
copra, and twenty hundred ton of shipping due. If
you've any copra on board, cap'n, here's your chance.
Topelius will buy, gold down, and give three cents.
It's all found money to him, the way it is, whatever he
pays for it. And that's what come of going back on the
pilot."
"Excuse me one moment, Captain Dobbs. I wish to speak
with my mate," said the captain, whose face had begun
to shine and his eyes to sparkle.
"Please yourself," replied the pilot.--"You couldn't
think of offering a man a nip, could you? just to brace
him up. This kind of thing looks damned inhospitable,
and gives a schooner a bad name."
"I'll talk about that after the anchor's down,"
returned Wicks, and he drew Carthew forward.--"I say,"
he whispered, "here's a fortune."
"How much do you call that?" asked Carthew.
"I can't put a figure on it yet--I daren't!" said the
captain. "We might cruise twenty years and not find
the match of it.
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