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Parrish, Randall, 1858-1923

"Gordon Craig Soldier of Fortune"

Come
up, both of you."
"Just a moment, Captain Henley," I answered, rising to my feet. "If
there is anyone to be punished I am the one; this woman had nothing to
do with it."
"That 's for me to decide," he snarled, and whipped out a revolver. "I
know how to handle both of you. Come, jump now, you dog, or you never
will move again. Pass the girl up first, and be lively about it. Give
them a hand there, Peters, and don't be too easy."
There was no excuse for delay; besides, those lads under the heavy
canvas must be nearly smothered. With my arm about her I lifted her up
to where Peters could reach down, and grasp her hand, and then followed
as quickly as possible. Henley had swung down to the deck, and stood
there, his men grouped about him, the revolver still in his hand. One
glance at his face told me he was insane from rage, thinking only of
revenge.
"Take the woman below," he snapped, his cruel teeth gleaming. "By God!
she 'll get her lesson. Here, Louis, you damned nigger, don't you hear
me? Lock her in, and bring me the key. I 'll handle this sniveling
thief first. So you could n't run a boat, hey! Not so easy as it
looked, was it, you dog. Thought we 'd be gone this morning, didn't
you? You 'll find I 'm not quite as easy as all that.


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