" And
Cappy Ricks sat back and clawed his whiskers expectantly.
"Oh, I'm not in distress," Matt answered cheerfully. "On the
contrary, I'm going to take up that note before the week is out."
Once more Cappy slid out to the edge of his chair.
"Where are you going to get the money?" he demanded bluntly.
"I'm going to sell the Narcissus. The day I purchased her it was a
moral certainty that Europe was to be plunged into a terrible war; so
the ink wasn't dry on the contract before I was streaking it for New
York. War was declared by England on Germany on the fifth of August,
and while you'd be saying Jack Robinson every German freighter went
into neutral ports to intern until the war should terminate. The
German raiders are still out after the British and French commerce,
and the deep-water shipping out of Eastern ports isn't a business any
more. It's a delirium--a night-mare! Why, I was offered any number
of charters for my Narcissus, but I didn't bother trying to charter
her until just before I started for home; and, moreover, the longer I
waited the better charter I could make. Besides, she isn't in
commission yet--and I had other fish to fry."
"For instance?" Cappy inquired wonderingly.
"It is an undisputed fact that the early bird gets the worm," Matt
Peasley replied brightly, "and I was the early bird.
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