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"That craft don't belong here," said the stranger, as he eyed the
receding Frolic.
"Yes, it does," said the "Bruiser."
"I tell you it don't," said the other. "I ought to know."
"Look here, my friend," said the "Bruiser" grimly, "don't contradict me.
That's the Frolic of Fairhaven."
"Very likely," said the man. "I don't know where she's from, but she's
not from here."
"Why," said the "Bruiser," and his voice shook, "ain't this Fairhaven?"
"Lord love you, no!" said the stranger; "not by a couple o' hundred
miles it ain't. Wot put that idea into your silly fat head?"
The frantic "Bruiser" raised his fist at the description, but at that
moment the crew of the Frolic, which was just getting clear of the
harbour, hung over the stern and gave three hearty cheers. The stranger
was of a friendly and excitable disposition, and, his evil star being in
the ascendant that morning, he took off his hat and cheered wildly back.
Immediately afterwards he obtained unasked the post of whipping-boy to
the master of the Frolic, and entered upon his new duties at once.
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