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"What craft's he sailin' in?"
The Boston morning paper lay before Cap'n Amazon, opened at the page
containing the shipping news. His glance dropped to the sailing
notices and with scarcely a moment's hesitancy he said:
"_Curlew_, Ripley, master, out o' Boston. I knowed of her--knowed
Cap'n Ripley," and he pointed to the very first line of the sailing
list. "If Abe got there in time he like enough j'ined her crew."
"Shipped before the mast?" exploded Cap'n Joab.
"Well," Cap'n Amazon returned sensibly, "if you were skipper about
where would you expect a lubber like Abe Silt to fit into your crew?"
"I swanny, that's so!" agreed Cap'n Joab. "But it's goin' to be hard
lines for a man of his years--and no experience."
Cap'n Amazon sniffed. "I guess he'll get along," he said, seemingly
less disturbed by his brother's plight than other people. "Three
months of summer sailin' won't do him no harm."
That he was under fire he evidently felt, and resented it. His
brother's old neighbors and friends desired to know altogether too much
about his business and that of Cap'n Abe.


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