Beadle's Dime Novels No. 94: The Mad Skipper — page 61: what you’re looking at

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THE LION’S SHARE 68 | TLis’en !” cried the second mate, throwing himself into an “attitude something like that of a public speaker. ‘ Dere twelve biscuit in de bag, and three Kanaka and three white men in de boat. Kanaka hab more big appetite, more big stomach dan white man; so white man no need so much eat as Kanaka. Berry well; da’s why Kanaka mus’ hab all bis- cuit in de bag, and white man get along berry well.widout.” “Why, blast. me, do you call that argument ?” exclaimed Ben, springing to his feet. “ Ain't you got sense enough to know that through the bigness - our stomachs can’t come a touch to your’n, our appetites— “No care hear talk,” interrupted Amoki, with a savage ‘frown. “ Me show you just how Vings be-—dat’s enough. Now me order you give me bag.” Ben took out six biscuits, and tossed them into the speak- er’s lap. “There’s what belongs to you three; the rest belongs to Frank, Joe, and myself.” The two islanders at the oars uttered fierce cries and ex- changed glances; but a few whispered words from Amoki, as he distributed the biseuit, put a stop to their angry demon- strations, and, turning their backs to the three white men, they greedily devoured their allowance. “ They is a-plottin’ somethin’ in them ugly heads of their'n,” whispered Ben to Frank. “ We must keep a sharp look-out, for we know by experience that they ain’t to be trusted.” “Ay, ay,” whispered the other, “ but luckily we are not outnumbered now as we were aboard the ship.” “If these three in the boat were only the same with which we had the scrimmage,” said the old tar, “ what a glorious chance this would be to settle our accounts with ’em !” “ Yees, yees,’ chimed in the dwarf, “and though me not big enough to do much good, me would help as much as me could.” “The three friends were still conversing when the shadows of night stole around them. Seizing an oar, and fastening the boat's lantern to the blade, Ben lighted the wick with a match, ever ready in his capacious pocket. _ * Now, then, we'll have some light upon the subject,” he Said, as he lashed the oar in an upright position. i CoOnmmcoooks. conn