Cappy Ricks Retires by Peter B. (Peter Bernard) Kyne
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on the pronoun. Unlike Mr. Reardon he employed the third person
singular and did not say "that fella," for he had been raised in the United States of America. "I have already given the captain his instructions," Matt Peasley announced. "He understands the situation perfectly and will conduct himself accordingly." CHAPTER III A small army of men swarmed over, under and through the huge _Narcissus_ for the next three weeks, and the hearts of Cappy Ricks and Matt Peasley were like to burst with pride as they stood on the bridge with Captain Mike Murphy, while he ran the vessel over the measured course to test her speed, and swung her in the bay while adjusting her compass. She was as beautiful as money and paint could make her, and when Terence Reardon, in calm disregard of orders, came up on the bridge to announce his unbounded faith in the rejuvenated condensers and to predict a modest coal bill for the future, Mike Murphy so far forgot himself as to order the steward to bring up a bottle of something and begged Mr. Reardon |
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