Морской волк

Chapter 3

           "Assheisgoingintheoppositedirection,sheisveryprobablyboundforSanFrancisco."

           "Veryprobably,"wasWolfLarsen’sanswer,asheturnedpartlyawayfrommeandcriedout,"Cooky!Oh,Cooky!"

           TheCockneypoppedoutofthegalley.

           "Where’sthatboy?TellhimIwanthim."

           "Yes,sir;"andThomasMugridgefledswiftlyaftanddisappeareddownanothercompanion-waynearthewheel.Amomentlaterheemerged,aheavy-setyoungfellowofeighteenornineteen,withaglowering,villainouscountenance,trailingathisheels.

           "‘Ere‘eis,sir,"thecooksaid.

           ButWolfLarsenignoredthatworthy,turningatoncetothecabin-boy.

           "What’syourname,boy?"

           "GeorgeLeach,sir,"camethesullenanswer,andtheboy’sbearingshowedclearlythathedivinedthereasonforwhichhehadbeensummoned.

           "NotanIrishname,"thecaptainsnappedsharply."O’TooleorMcCarthywouldsuityourmugadamnsightbetter.Unless,verylikely,there’sanIrishmaninyourmother’swoodpile."

           Isawtheyoungfellow’shandsclenchattheinsult,andthebloodcrawlscarletuphisneck.

           "Butletthatgo,"WolfLarsencontinued."Youmayhaveverygoodreasonsforforgettingyourname,andI’lllikeyounonetheworseforitaslongasyoutoethemark.TelegraphHill,ofcourse,isyourportofentry.Itsticksoutalloveryourmug.Toughastheymakethemandtwiceasnasty.Iknowthekind.Well,youcanmakeupyourmindtohaveittakenoutofyouonthiscraft.Understand?Whoshippedyou,anyway?"

           "McCreadyandSwanson."

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