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TEE BO 'SUN'S WATCH
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THE CAPTAIN RECOUNTS HIS ADVENTURES
old newspaper and waited for things to happen. After the steaming grog had been set on the masters' table, Captain O'Meara, in his best oratorical manner, recounted the events of the day. With becoming modesty he barely touched upon the Evening Star's fine landing, and the complete subjugation of the clan McBride. On the Bo 'sun's and his daughter's solicitude to desert the schooner, and his eye-trouble consequent thereto, he dwelt with the lightest touch. But when he came to his successful swooping down upon the lovers, he fairly flapped verbal pinions. How he had torn his fainting daughter from the arms of the gilded trespasser, and had booted him righteously from the wharf; how he had carried her, shrieking, in his arms to the cabin and confined her there under the tender ministrations of the Bo 'sun, he most truthfully described. Then, amid roars of laughter, he volplaned from the realms of fancy, and described his mishandling of the hapless McBride.
The pair of loverless lovers were marooned on the schooner ; the youth in proud raiment was in full flight ; the Clan McBride was put out at nurse-maiding. Surely he was the Captain of his ship !
So they all concurred, with much thumping of glasses. There was only one dissenter, the scorn-driven Jack, who slipped thru the doors with their guffaws jangling in his ears.
Now it may have been the planes of his desire that carried him so swiftly to the wharf, or, again, this master of retreat may have been mazed by ridicule. Howbeit, he tiptoed down its gloomy length at the precise moment that the love-torn Bo 'sun had set out in quest of the widow's lodgings. Had they collided in the dark, I needs must give up Cupid's pickle. But the light craft, with no lights showing, passed by the laboring one, unhailed, even so far as the end of the wharf. Here he looked below upon the deserted deck of the Evening Star.