"
"Yes?"
"Yes siree; I don't know how it was, but I got to reelin' off about
Jo--queer, wasn't it? And I told 'em how he went down in the 'Fly Away',
and how the lovely ladies--you remember how we used to call the whitecaps
lovely ladies--fondled him out to sea and on to heaven."
"And what did--the Padre--think of that?"
"Well, he's got a heart, I should say, and that's why Phil cottoned to
him, maybe,--for he looked as if he'd seen ghosts. I guess he'd never had
a craft runnin' 'tween a sand-bar and a ragged coral bank; nor seen a
girl like the 'Fly Away' take a buster in her teeth; nor a man-of-war
come bundlin' down upon a nasty glacis, the captain on the bridge,
engines goin' for all they're worth, every man below battened in, and
every Jack above watchin' the fight between the engines and the
hurricane. . . . Here she rolls six fathoms from the glacis that'll rip
her copper garments off, and the quiverin' engines pull her back; and she
swings and struggles and trembles between hell in the hurricane and God
A'mighty in the engines; till at last she gets her nose at the neck of
the open sea and crawls out safe and sound.
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