'em, for they was no more use to me. But I never found anything else
so much satisfaction as them two pursuits. But I'll go away, Tommy,"
he says, "I'll leave Portate. I will, honest. I'll be good. I wish
they'd quit puttin' temptations on me. But they won't. They're comin'
out again! Look at 'em! They've borrowed the _Juanita_, and
she's comin' with only the steersman in sight, and a cabin full of
sojers that can't keep their bayonets inside of the windows. My!
ain't they sly!"

He went to the companion way and called Irish, telling him to "start
her up."

The _Juanita_ was one of the Transport Company's tugs. She
appeared to be engaged in a stratagem. She passed the _Harvest
Moon_, then swung around and came up, on the other side. The
_Harvest Moon_ made no effort to escape her anchorage, though
the engine below began thumping busily.

Sadler went aft, dragging the long black hose, and sat on the rail
till the _Juanita_ drew in to forty feet away, and through the
deckhouse windows you could see the tufted caps of the suppressed
soldiery. Then he let a steaming arch out of the hose pipe, that
vaulted the distance and soaked the steersman, who howled and lay
down. Then the _Juanita_ ploughed on, and Sadler played his
hose, as she passed, through the windows of the deck house, where
there were crashes and other noises, and Irish's engine kept on
chug-chugging in the chest of the _Harvest Moon_. The _Juanita_
went out of reach, and the soldiery poured out on deck disorderly and
furious, and Sadler pulled me flat beside him, supposing they might
open a volley of musketry on us, but they didn't. Then he got up.