Part 23 (1/2)
”Ye were aye a dumb stirk at Clydebank,” Macallister said to hi like a death's-head?”
”I can when I' frae h wi' this bottle”
”It's the nature o' thethe co
No one offered to do so, and, beckoning a dark-co round his neck, he brought hiuitar, and, so of a Spanish song
The captain beat ti the refrain, and, after finishi+ng amidst applause, Macallister tried the music of his native land In this he was less successful, for the wild airs, written for the bagpipes, did not go well upon theat all,” Watson reh it like a seven-knot traive her steaentle table and joined the group
”You like a drink?” he asked politely
Watson nodded, and, taking the slass
”Yon's no' so bad,” he coer smiled as he poured out the rest of the vermouth for Watson
”You mend the steamboat screw?” he asked carelessly
”Yes, er out of sleepy looking eyes
”How it coines ran away in heavy weather”
”You get bad weather, then?”
”Bad enough,” Watson answered
Grahalance, but his face was expressionless It was obvious that the stranger had ineer Watson iven the fellow ht he need not run the risk of trying to warn hih, how far Macallister had taken Watson into his confidence
”Ser; ”you find her hen it blow What you load?”
”Mahogany and dyewood, when it's to be got”
”Then you go to Manzanillo; perhaps to Honduras But she not carryones sit on deck,” said Watson stolidly
The ined that he asting his hospitality Though the Scot's legs row unsteady, his head would reo that pay better than wood,” his coreed Watson ”But ye run a risk in carrying it”
”Ver' true And when you go to sea?”