Jury-Law books

He and
this store of hisn was nigh 'bout spliced. I don't see how he _has_
weathered it so long."
"Gone away!" murmured Lawford.
Cap'n Amazon eyed him with a tilt to his head and possibly a twinkle of
amusement in his eye. "Young man, what's your name?" he asked bluntly.
Lawford told him. "Wal, it strikes me," Cap'n Amazon said, "that your
tops'ls air slattin' a good deal. You ain't on the wind."
"I am upset, I declare!"
"Sure you got the right hooks this time?"
"Yes. I believe so."
"Then if your _Merry Andrew_--what is she, cat-rigged or----"
"Sloop."
"Then if your _Merry Andrew_ sloop's a-waiting for you, _that's_ the
way out," said Cap'n Amazon coolly, pointing with his pipestem to the
door. "Come again--when you want to buy anything in Abe's stock. Good
day!"
Lawford halted a moment at the door to look back at the bizarre figure
behind the counter, leaning on the scarred brown plank just as Cap'n
Abe so often did. The amazing difference between the storekeeper's
well remembered appearance and that of his substitute grew more
startling.


Pages:
65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89