Many Cargoes by W. W. Jacobs
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that the other invalids was half sick afore it came to them.
"By the time the other three 'ad 'ad theirs it was as good as a pantermime, an' the mate corked the bottle up, and went an' sat down on a locker while they tried to rinse their mouths out with the luxuries which had been given 'em. "'How do you feel?' ses the skipper. "'I'm dying,' ses Dan. "'So'm I,' ses Harry; 'I b'leeve the mate's pisoned us." "The skipper looks over at the mate very stern an' shakes his 'ed slowly. "'It's all right,' ses the mate. 'It's always like that the first dozen or so doses.' "'Dozen or so doses!' ses old Dan, in a far-away voice. "'It has to be taken every twenty minutes,' ses the mate, pulling out his pipe and lighting it; an' the four men groaned all together. "'I can't allow it,' ses the skipper, 'I can't allow it. Men's lives mustn't be sacrificed for an experiment.' "''T ain't a experiment,' ses the mate very indignant, 'it's an old family medicine.' |
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