The Woman-Haters: a yarn of Eastboro twin-lights by Joseph Crosby Lincoln
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Seth swallowed hard and continued. "Well, wherever she was bound," he snapped. "Won't they learn that you sot sail in her and never got there? Then they'll know that you MUST have fell overboard." John Brown drew a mouthful of smoke through the stem of the pipe and blew it spitefully among the mosquitoes. "I don't see how they'll learn it," he replied. "Why, the steamer folks'll wire em right off." "They'll have to find them first." "That'll be easy enough. There'll be your name, 'John Brown,' of such and such a place, written right on the purser's book, won't it." "No," drawled Mr. Brown, "it won't." The lightkeeper felt very much as if this particular road to the truth had ended suddenly in a blind alley. He pulled viciously at his chin whiskers. His companion shifted his position on the bench. Silence fell again, as much silence as the mosquitoes would permit. Suddenly Brown seemed to reach a determination. "Atkins," he said briskly, and with considerable bitterness in his tone, "don't you worry about my people. They don't know where I am, and--well, some of them, at least, don't care. Maybe I'm a rolling stone--at any rate, I haven't gathered any moss, any financial moss. I'm broke. I |
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