"You air right, cap'n," agreed Washy Gallup.
"Well," said Amiel, "four _or_ five. The heave of her made ha'f of 'em
sick, and that big actor man, Bane, got knocked off into the water an'
'twas more by good luck than good management he warn't drowned. I
cal'late _he's_ got enough."
"The gale that brought the _Goldrock_ ashore had just such another
beginning as this," Cap'n Joab said reflectively. "But she'd never
been wrecked on a lee shore if her crew had acted right. They
mutineed, you know."
"The sculpins!" ejaculated the storekeeper briskly. "Can't excuse
that. Anything but a crew that'll turn on the afterguard that they've
signed on for to obey!"
"That's right, Cap'n Am'zon," said Cap'n Joab. "Ye say a true word."
"An' for good reason," declared the mendacious storekeeper. "I've had
experience with such sharks," and he ran his finger reflectively down
the old scar upon his jaw.
"I always wanted to ask you 'bout that scar, Cap'n Am'zon," put in Milt
Baker encouragingly. "Did you get it in a mutiny?"
"Yep.
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