The Ebb-Tide


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the wheel to peer in at the cabin clock, announced in a shrill cry  
'Fo'bell,' and the cook was to be seen carrying the soup into the cabin.  
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I guess I'll sit down and have a pick with you,' said Davis to Herrick.  
By the time I've done, it'll be dark, and we'll clap the hooker on the  
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wind for South America.'  
In the cabin at one corner of the table, immediately below the lamp, and  
on the lee side of a bottle of champagne, sat Huish. 'What's this? Where  
did that come from?' asked the captain.  
'It's fizz, and it came from the after-'old, if you want to know,' said  
Huish, and drained his mug.  
'This'll never do,' exclaimed Davis, the merchant seaman's horror of  
breaking into cargo showing incongruously forth on board that stolen  
ship. 'There was never any good came of games like that.'  
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You byby!' said Huish. 'A fellow would think (to 'ear him) we were  
on the square! And look 'ere, you've put this job up 'ansomely for me,  
aven't you? I'm to go on deck and steer while you two sit and guzzle,  
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and I'm to go by nickname, and got to call you "sir" and "mister." Well,  
you look here, my bloke: I'll have fizz ad lib., or it won't wash. I  
tell you that. And you know mighty well, you ain't got any man-of-war to  
signal now.'  
Davis was staggered. 'I'd give fifty dollars this had never happened,'  
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