Outward Bound - Or, Young America Afloat by Oliver Optic
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"That's so," added Howe, approvingly. "But who shall that one be?"
"I am the one, without a doubt," said Shuffles. "I don't see it," interposed Monroe, shaking his head; and he was the young gentleman who had assisted the aspirant for the captaincy to rob Mr. Lowington's favorite peach tree. "What have you got to say about it, Ike Monroe? Do you expect us to go for you?" "I didn't say so." "That's what you meant." "I've just as much right to the place as you have, Bob Shuffles." "Do you think you could make the fellows stand round as I can? But hold on; fellows, don't let us fight about it. We are just the best six fellows on board, and if we have a mind to do so, we can have this thing all our own way," continued Shuffles. "I don't see how," said Philip Sanborn. "Don't you know how the politicians manage these things?" "I don't." "I'll tell you, then." |
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