One was a colonel and
the other was a major. They were both just back from India, and
natty-lookin' chaps as you ever saw. And clear stuff all the way
through--you could tell that before they opened their mouths.
"I was on the deck of the Screamer, overhaulin' the fall, surrounded by
most of the crew, gettin' ready to h'ist the stone, when I first saw
'em. They and the Cap'n were away up above me, leanin' over the rail,
lookin' at the stone church that some o' the boys was puttin' the chains
'round. Bill Nevins was down in the fo'c's'le, firin' up, with the
safety-valve set at 125 pounds. He had half a keg o' rosin and a can o'
kerosene to help out with in case we wanted a few pounds extry in the
middle of the tea-party. Pretty soon I heard one of 'em holler:
"'Ahoy! Is the Captain aboard?'
"'He is,' I said, steppin' out. 'Who wants him?'
"'Colonel Throckmorton,' he says, 'and Major Severn.'
"'Come aboard, gentlemen,' I says.
"So down they come, the Colonel first, one foot at a time touchin' the
ladder, the Major following.
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