"Jack's upstairs
sulking; Patterson hasn't come home yet."
And Black Gandil, who heard all things, said without looking up: "A
man that saves a shipwrecked fellow, he gets bad luck for thanks."
Pierre turned a considerable eye on him, and Gandil scowled back.
"You've been croaking for six years, Morgan, about the bad luck that
would come to Jim from saving me out of the snow. It's never
happened, has it?"
Gandil, snarling from one side of his mouth, answered: "Where's
Patterson?"
"Am I responsible if the blockhead has got drunk someplace?"
"Patterson doesn't get drunk--not that way. And he knows that we were
to start again today."
"There ain't no doubt of that," commented Branch.
"It's the straight dope. Patterson keeps his dates," said Bud Mansie.
The booming bass of Jim Boone broke in: "Shut up, the whole gang of
you. We've had luck for the six years Pierre has been with us. Who
calls him a Jonah?"
And Black Gandil answered: "I do. I've sailed the seas. I know bad
luck when I see it."
"You've been seeing it for six years.
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