The Munity of the Elsinore

drawled with deliberat

Mr. Pik

and carelessly that it irritated

" he announced. "Nosey'll

th

the reply, insolent in its

phy goes .

might be called that was laughter without sound or facial mo

enjoying himself with the

iven the warning and who looked the admixtur

s your

s the reply, in tones as s

ng as th

maining one, the youngest

h a face most striking i

f immigrants from Southern Ita

wered, precisely in the s

sneered. "The Kid'l

ir. Kid Twist'll

'll

. . .

augh. By this time Mr. Pike was beside himself

suppressing. "I know your kind. You're dirt. D'ye get that? You're dirt. And on this ship you'll be treated as dirt. You'll do you

t out. Get along for'

eel, and I swung alongsi

make of the

dney. They've done time, the three of the

he tatterdemalion who had called him "old stiff" earlier in the afternoon. That Larry had not obeyed orders was patent, for he was sitting with his back

hatch and towered over the

ort, groaned, and

't," h

ir

pt in Jefferson Market. An' this mornin' I wa

old you were, eh?

ght say it, sir,

l like an ol

monkey. He was beginning to apprehend he knew not wha

an old stiff feels like, anyways."

s massive-boned, the arm-bones and the shoulder bones of the same massive order. With one flip of his right hand, with what I might call an open-handed, lifting, upwa

eet. Mr. Pike, with the back of same right hand, open, smote the man on the side of the face. The loud smack of the impact was

bone and muscle that the man went down side

ear, and Mr. Pike, instantly keen as a wild animal, his paw in the act of striking O'Sullivan, whipped out like a revolver

n West was on the poop, and found that we we

he rest of the sprawling men were on their feet, subdued and respectful. I, too, was respectful of this terrific,

d stiff now?"

," Larry moan

t u

ithout any dif

to the windlass!

, shamblingly, like the