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Title: A sailor in spite of himself
Year: 1898 (1890s)
Authors: Castlemon, Harry, 1842-1915 Henry T. Coates & Co. publisher
Subjects: Sailors Seafaring life Shipwrecks Voyages and travels Adventure stories Fathers and sons Cousins Boys Courage Trust Success Friendship
Publisher: Philadelphia : Henry T. Coates & Co.
Contributing Library: Brandeis University Libraries
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F. his presence of mind. Hastily putting onLis hat he arose and started for the door; buthis indignation got the better of his prudence,and he stopped to say a parting word to theconspirators. Youll kidnap me and Bob and ship usoff to foreign parts against our will, will you !he exclaimed. Not if I know myself Illhave the pair of you arrested in lessn an hour! These words seemed to bring Barlow to hissenses. Like all men of his class he hadfaithful assistants close at hand, who had lenttheir aid in more than one emergency likethe present, and he shouted out their nameswith so much earnestness that they lost notime in making their appearance. Here, Bull! Bull I I say, Samson ! Showyourself! he roared. The first was a huge bull-dog which waslying on the steps in front of the house, andthe second was the barkeeper, a man who,judging by his size and apparent muscularpower, was rightly named. These two wor-thies came in at opposite doors at the sameinstant. The dog at once launched himself
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BEN SUEPEISES EVERYBODY. 91 at the sailors throat, but was met half-way bya heavy chair, which Ben caught up andthrew at him with such accuracy of aim thatthe fierce brute was stretched motionless on-the floor. In an instant he turned upon thebarkeeper. Just as he put out his hands toseize Ben from behind he was met by a stun-ning blow in the face—a regular one-two,which showed that the old sailor had receivedsome early training in boxing—and he, too,was stretched on the floor, quivering like aman who had just had his death-wound. Got any more help? said Ben. Iought to put you by the side of them, you oldland-shark, and I will, too, if you open yourhead. But it seems that Ben was not alone. Therewas a scurrying of feet out in front of thehouse, and who should come in but LeonSprague and his father. They had had somebusiness on the docks and were just goinghome when their attention was attracted bythe noise of the fight going on in Barlowssaloon. Mr. Sprague was a man the board-ing

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