The Ebb-Tide


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the time. And it's the making of the crowd of us. See here--you think of  
that cargo. Champagne! why, it's like as if it was put up on purpose. In  
Peru we'll sell that liquor off at the pier-head, and the schooner after  
it, if we can find a fool to buy her; and then light out for the mines.  
If you'll back me up, I stake my life I carry it through.'  
'Captain,' said Herrick, with a quailing voice, 'don't do it!'  
'I'm desperate,' returned Davis. 'I've got a chance; I may never get  
another. Herrick, say the word; back me up; I think we've starved  
together long enough for that.'  
'I can't do it. I'm sorry. I can't do it. I've not fallen as low as  
that,' said Herrick, deadly pale.  
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What did you say this morning?' said Davis. 'That you couldn't beg?  
It's the one thing or the other, my son.'  
'Ah, but this is the jail!' cried Herrick. 'Don't tempt me. It's the  
jail.'  
'Did you hear what the skipper said on board that schooner?' pursued the  
captain. 'Well, I tell you he talked straight. The French have let us  
alone for a long time; It can't last longer; they've got their eye on  
us; and as sure as you live, in three weeks you'll be in jail whatever  
you do. I read it in the consul's face.'  
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