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Gordon Craig

CHAPTER XXVIII
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You say ze Capitaine send you; bah! eet vas not so--nevaire! Vat you hav'-- hey ?" The negro mumbled something through thick lips, and the irate mate gripped him by the collar of his jacket, shaking the fellow as he might a dog, and hurling him half across the deck.
"Sacre! I keel you for five cent.

Queek now--jump! Put all on right way, by Gar, or I show you.

Here you--ze brandy furst." The steward slunk into the passage leading to the pantry, and the Creole, turning, saw me.
"Ah, M'sieur; I saw you not.

Pardon ze roughness, but consider, no dinare, an' I been on deck seek hour; no sleep, no eat, only work.

I lose ze tempair, M'sieur." "That is not to be wondered at," I answered, affecting good humor.
"Has the first mate been ashore ?" "Oui, M'sieur; asleep in the sun, I bet you.


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