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! oh. don't You make any error aboa,
that" REPLIED Kettle .5rba>lf ~,
been shaky ANYWAY Aut thls b~.,ts
clockwork devil OF Yours mes them l.,
a nieets. TN pe every Inrx IN, MN
SELF when the SCARF e5o,.s nm, pa -
Jones takes the steamer ami the ON
ers. oh. they'll run like a warren OF
rabbits. The brutes."
Kettle broke Off abruptly and stared
roodtly over the gulf stream. A flying
fish got out OF the blue water and ran.
across the ripples like a silver rat. A
10 VIZ poFpoissS siorted selsureiY
up from astern and passed the steamer
as though she had been at anchor. And
the tangles of gulf weed loated past
reefs OF tawny coral.
DO you ever read poetry ," the skip
per suddenly asked.
Gamble slewod round his head and
stared. The idea Of this vinegar
mouthed little savage talking of poetry
very nearly made him break into wild
laughter. With an effort he %steadied
nus iace and said quietly, Sometimes"
I'm glad OF that. Somehow l hadn't
anle1 ra ASK you 1efore. but now know,
nlf. Calnoel. L Ink you all the better.
IL gives US something in common we
can lax about without being ashamed.
we can't very we'll discuss the other
matter Which binds us together and
fespeut ourselves az the same time"
49, isnl' You ana l: captain. are
euouiueseo 10 common piracy by the
holIe Oh circumstances, but L always
49,. Wien l LINK ABOUT 1t.
anefss NC glamour OF romance about
~ I've. Aue viiiaihy OF the way It's
De.s ieo up 10.
Not a bit. Byron wrote about
piracy, but Byron was no and
he didn't know what hazing a crew
meant. A thief's a., dirty all
the world over and always has been.
INC a sea thief, having the scum of the
earth to handle, has to make himself
the cruelest brute on earth il he wants
to succeed. l think it's that which put
me out of liking with Byron and all
those poets who've written about
at sea-. They give a wrong
idea of mems motives and actions. and
when they get talking on shop they're
inaccurate and absurd they make
one tired. No, Mr.. Cambel, give me a
land poet, who talks about farms and
primroses and tinkling brooks and
things he understands, and with that
man I can sit through two watches on
end. Reading him may make me feel
be that way sometimes. You see, Mr..
Cambel. a scuffie or a row with a
crew is just meat and drink
to me-. Yes. sir. that's the kind of
I am"
They chatted and basked durino Tho
rest of the afternoon whila tha TIC .o
off watch painted ironworL and
he crew off duty grumbled andssmoIIadd
and slept in the st11ffy foreca sfls. ~
,abin tea came. Kettle at The ha.a 10
he table preserved a sour silence ana
-ambel and the mates amons 49,, any
strained ciyilitv. And tb a4 sninn .ae. ia q
supernumerary officer returned to +hair
,anyas beside the hddla on The hriiaaa
leck. rug
The gulf stream rinn]ed oyor tho
,teamer's wake astern. and tle small /
.ust stains which -chad bor ri1 selpm
1ank Refora than +ha ns
he color Of a dull blue roofing slate I
rhe bright hot day had faded. the
'rlll,an. copalt had Uttered away from {
loon nesre az from sa u sLv nan ar parlng OF :
toilet. still nshted in it's hieher aats +:
~ the suns afterglow. On The horizon /,
Inc was what first appeared To he . 1
tearner's smoke. but what the glass $
howed to be the reek Of a fire on the. I
low lying Florida coast. No j
,laze glow could be seen. n nieht he /,
fishers campfire on an outlyine kav. &
t might be a game driving Of SeminoIa {
indians beyond the explored coast $
In that unknown tanrle Of trass r
md grasses and lagoons, the Ever
,lades themselves.