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PICTURE-PLAY WEEKLY
Charlie stepped out of the barrel.
"My error !" he murmured. "I hope you'll excuse me."
The captain and the mate, engaged in conversation, paid no heed to him. Charlie, with a giggle of pleased expectancy, nudged the mate. He scratched the palm of his left hand. Then he nudged the mate again.
test their genuineness, the mate, with a wink at the captain, relieved Charlie of the mallet. The next moment it had descended upon his head. From Charlie's nerveless fingers, as his knees sagged weakly under him, the mate withdrew the three dollars. And then, picking him up bodily by the coat collar and the slack of the trousers, he
captain thrust a mop into the hand of the sailor whose hat Charlie had appropriated. With an oath, the sailor flung it down.
"I won't work on this rotten ship !" he
growled.
The captain promptly knocked him down.
He handed the mop in turn to the
Charlie managed to rescue the captain and one-half of the submerged crew.
When the mate looked around at him, Charlie rolled his fingers and thumb significantly together, and giggled once more with a rapid shrug of his shoulders.
"My three dollars, you know," he said deprecatingly. "You said you'd lay it right in my hand when my work was through."
The mate produced three one-dollar bills and presented them to Charlie. Then, while Charlie was biting them to
heaved him over the end of the wharf and down on top of the three sailors who lay in a senseless heap on the deck of the Sally Ann.
And Charlie himself had been shanghaied.
Two hours later, with the ship well out to sea, the captain roused his crew. He did it by means of a bucket of cold water dashed into their upturned faces. The quartet scrambled to their feet, to look bewilderedly around them. The
sailor with the manners of a graduate from a young ladies' seminary.
"I, also, positively refuse," declared this tar, in his high-pitched voice, likewise casting the mop from him to the deck, "to work on the Sally Ann!"
The captain's hamlike fist shot out, and the sailor with the boy-soprano voice went flying back a half dozen feet through the air, to land on his back on the deck.
The captain turned to Charlie Chap