Tomaso's Fortune and Other Stories by Henry Seton Merriman
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page 53 of 268 (19%)
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"Oh yes!" Carelessly opening his purse, and displaying a good number of bank- notes, he passed one to the unsteady hand held out. "Want any more?" he asked, with a queer laugh. "I'll take another if you can spare it." A second note passed from hand to hand. "Thanks," said the convict. "Now, tell me your name and address; I shall want to send these things back to you if--if I have any luck." And the effort to steady his voice was quite apparent. "Caleb S. Harkness, United States frigate Bruiser, now lying at Plymouth," replied the other, tersely. "Ah! you are an American?" "That is why I don't care a d---n for your laws." "MR. Harkness--or what?" "I'm her captain," he replied modestly. They shook hands and parted. |
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