Beadle's Dime Novels No. 94: The Mad Skipper — page 31: what you’re looking at

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“ A SMASHING-UP FIT. 83. TLe captain, however, who stood leaning against the weath- er-rail with downcast eyes and knitted brow, paid no attens tion to the announcement; perceiving which, the steward re- peated the word in a louder voice. Still the moody skip- per said nothing. Doctor Claret fidgeted. and looked im- patient. “ Really, Lilian,” said he, “I have quite an appetite and I am sorry that this strange captain is so indifferent to the word ‘ breakfast” I must rouse him from his trance.” As he moved toward the skipper, however, Tom Collins in- terposed : “ Hist ! my dear sir! You mustn’t intrude upon him when he’s ‘ wrapped up in his reverie’ He gaye orders to me—to all of us, in fact—never to do so.” “ But, the breakfast—the breakfast, my friend! It will get cold.” “ Oh, no,” answered Collins, “ there’s not the slightest need of your waiting for the captain. You may go below at once, if you have no objection to eating with a New-Zealander !” “ Not the least,” answered Claret, “ provided he’s civil.” “ Ay, ay, he’s civil enough, Onoolo is; always minds his own business. J’ll summon him at once. The captain or- dered me, t?other day, never to wait breakfast for him when he’s in his reverie. Breakfast ready, sir!’ he added, turning to the mate, who at that moment came aft. “ Ay, ay,” answered the sauvage, showing his hooked_ teeth, and shaking the rings in his ears. ‘“ Ay, ay, very well, dat.” And he plunged through the companion-way with a suddenness that made the doctor stare. “ Now then, come on, please!” cried Collins, bowing three times to Claret and his daughter, as he backed on “ tiptoe” into the companion-way. ~“ Come on.” Accordingly, the doctor took his daugater’s arm, and con- ducted ber to the state-room, in which they found the New- Zealander already seated at the table, desperately attacking a pyramid of biscuits, fresh pork, fried potatoes, etc., ete., which he had piled upon his plate. The truth of the steward’s state- ment, that Onoolo minded his own business, was not to be dis- puted; for he paid not the slightest heed either to the doc. tor or Lilian, but, handling his knife and fork in a@ manner connmicloooks.com