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~ shackle, for he must have been blind with the water in his eyes. He found the shackle a foot the hawse-pipe. He went to work with his hammer and chisel, his legs twisted around the chain. A devilish big sea broke above him and fell like thunder. héwas gasping for breath, his hands hammering = at the shackle-pin. The. surf behind us roared __ Inour ears, and the little girl bumped again and again. The forecastle lifted high and spilled the boys took up a collection and there it is, = the tons oF water aft, Sa just ea Devil Another cigar? “Thank you, sir. a E ; = ee ee cee by Percy W. Reynolds Eb: pa ae \ X 7HAT constitutes a:pal? = vit See Cae % ll tell you, Jack, es ---Tt’s more than slapping.on the tie: s Ba ee Or throwing con; = It’s even more than giving cash | ee . 3 To some old friend: who’s gone to smash— Fae Nga Soe | Much more than that. = ; . Sees 2 ai It’s just the great big-hearted trick = Of knowing how and when to stick; Be | Of doing what you can to serve ce rae eg See The other guy who’s lost his nerve.. | Uae x a Rater eee : It’s acting friendly-like and fair, ; Se : See And always dealing straight and square. oe It’s living up to life’s big plan = = And being something like a man— a . Dead on the level, honest, true. 4 : A pal’s a man} thank God, like you. 4 | COMMC MOOS _~ ” Adventure| He came to the chain and began: to as him-_ self along by it, feeling with his hands for the - or so inboard just befére the chain pitched out: _with it was this man I’m telling you about, : Devil Jackson. We waited, held our “breath, clinching our: numb fingers into the iron piping of the bridge — rail, praying. The water rolled away and there. Jackson drove. the. pin ‘from the shackle and the | chain rattled out through the Sena ant we were free torun.. ~ = Another sea came, bigger than ever, swe ing. in over the port bow. It buried everything rom sight, churned and swirled a few moments, then — slipped over the starboard side. And sliding > He threw up one hand and — shoes and the grate-bars pulling ‘him dosin, = The skipper-gave her full speed ahead, so- here am I and here is the little Yan ankton to show that a man can.be a man. And that tablet you saw against ‘the bulkhead in the messroom; =,