A visible air of proprietorship appeared on
their faces whenever they looked at the skipper, and the now frightened
man inveighed fiercely to the mate against the improper methods of
conversion patronised by some religious bodies, and the aggravating
obstinacy of some of their followers.
"It's wonderful what enthusiasm'll do for a man," said Bob reflectively;
"I knew a man once--"
"I don't want none o' your lies," interposed the other rudely.
"An' I don't want your blamed rum and water, if it comes to that," said
the mate, firing up. "When a man's tea is made with rum, an' his beef is
biled in it, he begins to wonder whether he's shipped with a seaman or
a--a--"
"A what?" shouted the skipper. "Say it!"
"I can't think o' nothing foolish enough," was the frank reply. "It's
all right for you, becos it's the last licker as you'll be allowed to
taste, but it's rough on me and the cook."
"Damn you an' the cook," said the skipper, and went on deck to see
whether the men's tongues were hanging out.
By Sunday morning he was frantic; the men were hale and well enough,
though, perhaps, a trifle thin, and he began to believe with the cook
that the age of miracles had not yet passed.
It was a broiling hot day, and, to add to his discomfort, the mate, who
was consumed by a raging thirst, lay panting in the shade of the
mainsail, exchanging condolences of a most offensive nature with the
cook every time he looked his way.
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