Moreover, he advised me not to do it
either. To surrender to him now would mean the fracturing, for the
first time in history, of a slogan that has been in the Peasley tribe
for generations."
"What's that?" Cappy queried with shaking voice.
"Pay your way and take your beating like a sport, sir," Matt shot at
him. He drew out his watch. "Well," he continued, "I guess the
United States Marshal is in charge of the Tillicum by this time; so
get busy with the bond and have him removed from the ship. The minute
one of those birds lights on my deck I just go crazy!"
"Yes, you do!" screamed Cappy Ricks, completely losing his
self-control. "You go crazy--like a fox!"
And then Cappy Ricks did something he had never done before. He
swore, with a depth of feeling and a range of language to be equalled
only by a lumberjack. Matt Peasley waited until he subsided for lack
of new invective and then said reproachfully:
"I can't stand this any longer, Mr. Ricks. I'll have to go now. Back
home I belonged to the Congregational Church--"
"Out!" yelled Cappy. "Out, you vagabond!"
CHAPTER XLIII
CAPPY PLANS A KNOCK-OUT
The morning following Matt Peasley's triumphant return from Panama
with the steamer Tillicum, Cappy Ricks created a mild sensation in his
offices by reporting for duty at a quarter past eight.
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