The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1905-01-26

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well, get along" ordered Moran. as
though the schooner was her property,
"and Well talk it over"
"China boy lika you heap pretty big"
said Charlie to Moran as he went out.
''You savvy sail UNI boat all light:
wanta you TO- captain. But" he add
ed, suddenly dropping his bland passiv-
ity as though it were mask and for
an instant allowing the wicked malevo-
lent Cantonese to come to the surface.
"China boy no likee funnee business.
Savvy? Then, with the smile Of a
Talleyrand, he disappeared.
Moran and Wilbur were helpless for
the present. They were but two against
seven Cinnamon. They must stay on
board if the coolies wished it, and if
| they were to stay. it was a matter of
their own personal safety that the Ber-
tina Millner should be properly nayi-
gated. g.
"I'll captain her." concluded Moran
sullenly at the end of their talk 'You
must act as mate, Mr.. Wilbur. And
don't get any mistaken idea into your
head that because I'm a young girl and
| alone you are going to run things your
way. I don't like funny business any
better than Charlie
Look here" said Wilbur, complain
ing, don't think I'm altogether a vii
lain. think you're ripping fine girl.
You're different from any kind of Girl
I ever met, Of course, but you, by lingo.
you're-you'r splendid! There in the
squall last evening. when you stood at
the wheel, with your hair
"Oh, drop that!'' said the girl con-
temptuously, and went up on deck.
Wilbur followed, scratching his ear.
Charlie was called aft and their de-
cision announced. Moran would navi-
gate the Bertha Millner, Wilbur and
she taking the watches. Charlie prom
Used that he would answer for the ODE
dience of the men.
Their first concern now was to shape
their course for Magdalena bay Moran
and Wilbur looked over Kitchells
charts and logbook, but the girl flung
Hes been sailing by the dead reck-
| oning, and his navigation is driyel.
Why, a cabin boy would know better
| and, to end with, the thermometer is
run down. I'll have to get Greenwich
time by taking the altitude of star
tonight and figure out our longitude.
Did you bring off our sextant:'
IT.
papers" he said.
There's only an old ebony quadrant
here,' said Moran, but it will have to
do
That night, lying fat on her back on
| the deck, with the quadrant to her eye,
she 'got star and brought it down to
the horizon and sat up under the reek-
ing lamp in the cabin nearly the whole
| night ciphering and ciphering till she
had filled up the four sides of the log
slate with her calculations. However,
by daylight she had obtained the cor
rect Greenwich time and worked the
schooner's longitude.
Two days passed, then third. Mo
ran set the schooner's course. She kept
almost entirely to herself, and when
not at the wheel OF taking the sun or
writing up the log gloomed over the
after rail into the schooner's wake
Wilbur knew not what to think of her.
Never in his life had he met with any
girl like this. So accustomed had she
been to the rough give and take, direct
associations of seafaring life, that
she misinterpreted we'll meant polite
ness, the only respect he knew how
to pay her. to mean insidious adj
vances. She was suspicious of him.
distrusted him utterly and openly ridi-