One thing, however, impressed the boy. All the patrons seemed of a
better class than most sailors are, and he was glad to notice that
drunkenness and profanity were entirely absent. Once in a while some
one would let fall some coarse remark, but he was quickly choked off
by the others out of respect for "Doc's Betty," who hurried around
with a shining face, waiting on one and exchanging a pleasant word
with another.
Every one was on familar terms with the proprietor. They were glad to
see him back to the "fo'castle," but those who knew were sorry his
mission had been unsuccessful.
"They all know me and wishes me well," remarked the sailor to Richard.
"It's something to be proud of--around on this here globe forty-five
years and not an enemy in the world."
"How long were you a sailor?"
"Almost thirty years. I shipped as cabin boy on a South America brig
when I was fifteen. I'd be at it yet if, as I told you, Betty hadn't
anchored me ashore."
"It's long time. Some time I'd like to hear of some of the places you
visited. But I'd better get at that advertisement."
"No hurry--the newspaper office is only a few blocks from here."
"But you want this advertisement to go in tomorrow, don't you?"
"They take 'em up to ten o'clock, and maybe later.
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