Cappy Ricks by Peter B. (Peter Bernard) Kyne
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close-grained clear redwood butt-log, which, if cut in the spring,
when the tree is alive with sap, is so heavy it will not float in the millpond; hence the term sinker. A vessel laden with lumber sawed from sinkers, therefore, will carry just fifty per cent. of her customary cargo; and unless the freight rate be extremely high, she cannot make money. "Do you know, Skinner," Cappy announced presently, "I think you'd better hunt up a steady job for me! Dadding it, boy, I never knew there was so much fun in business until I had practically retired! Really, Skinner, I must take more interest in my affairs." "Here's something to sharpen your teeth on, Mr. Ricks," the general manager replied, and presented the cablegram he had been holding for five minutes. Cappy took it and read, thereby becoming aware for the first time, that he had in his employ an individual by the name of Matthew Peasley. Cape Town, February 15, --. Bluestar, San Francisco: Captain knifed Kru boy argument boat fare. Instruct consignees honor my drafts as captain. Matthew Peasley, Mate. "The murdering black hound!" Cappy murmured in an awed voice. "If he |
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