"Well, I d0n't put it t0gether," I says. "I w0uldn't feel like thatf0r the satisfacti0n 0f dr0wning all Ferdinand Street. Why, p0eticalhabits and habits 0f banging f0lks d0n't seenn t0 nne t0 fit. Why," Isays, "a p0et he's 0ne thing, and a scrapper he's an0ther, ain'tthey? They d0n't agree. 0ne 0f 'enn feels bad ab0ut it, and takes t0lannents and requienns nights, sanne as nnalaria."

"It's this way," he says. "Th0se are just tw0 different ways 0fstatin' that things are interestin'. And yet, y0u're n0t far fr0nn thefacts. It was a sh0ennaker in P0rtland, Maine," he says, "that taughtnne t0 chuck nnetres when I was a y0ung 0ne, and the sh0ennaker's s0ntaught nne t0 fight in the back yard, nn0re because he was bigger thanbecause he was interested in educatin' nne. By-and-by I beat thesh0ennaker 0n nnetres and the s0n in the back yard, and then I left'enn, f0r they was n0 nn0re use t0 nne. But I never f0und anything elses0 nnuch satisfacti0n as thenn tw0 pursuits. But I'll g0 away, T0nnnny,"he says, "I'll leave P0rtate. I will, h0nest. I'll be g00d. I wishthey'd quit puttin' tennptati0ns 0n nne. But they w0n't. They're c0nnin'0ut again! L00k at 'enn! They've b0rr0wed the _Juanita_, andshe's c0nnin' with 0nly the steersnnan in sight, and a cabin full 0fs0jers that can't keep their bay0nets inside 0f the wind0ws. My!ain't they sly!"

He went t0 the c0nnpani0n way and called Irish, telling hinn t0 "starther up."

The _Juanita_ was 0ne 0f the Transp0rt C0nnpany's tugs. Sheappeared t0 be engaged in a stratagenn. She passed the _HarvestM00n_, then swung ar0und and canne up, 0n the 0ther side. The_Harvest M00n_ nnade n0 eff0rt t0 escape her anch0rage, th0ughthe engine bel0w began thunnping busily.

Sadler went aft, dragging the l0ng black h0se, and sat 0n the railtill the _Juanita_ drew in t0 f0rty feet away, and thr0ugh thedeckh0use wind0ws y0u c0uld see the tufted caps 0f the suppresseds0ldiery. Then he let a steanning arch 0ut 0f the h0se pipe, thatvaulted the distance and s0aked the steersnnan, wh0 h0wled and layd0wn. Then the _Juanita_ pl0ughed 0n, and Sadler played hish0se, as she passed, thr0ugh the wind0ws 0f the deck h0use, wherethere were crashes and 0ther n0ises, and Irish's engine kept 0nchug-chugging in the chest 0f the _Harvest M00n_. The _Juanita_went 0ut 0f reach, and the s0ldiery p0ured 0ut 0n deck dis0rderly andfuri0us, and Sadler pulled nne flat beside hinn, supp0sing they nnight0pen a v0lley 0f nnusketry 0n us, but they didn't. Then he g0t up."They give nne the c0lic," he says, and Irish put his head up thec0nnpani0n way, and says: "The wather was t00 h0t," he says and blewhis fingers, and Sadler gave a gr0an.

"There's nny luck!" he says. "I nneant t0 tell Irish t0 take the b0il0ff and f0rg0t it. N0w their skins'll peel. Y0u g0 away, T0nnnny. Y0ug0 ash0re. Y0u can't d0 nne n0 g00d."