The engineers will all belong to the Marine Engineers' Association and the mates to Harbor 15, Masters' and Pilots' Association. I do not recall such an engineer in our employ—and I thought I knew them all. He insisted upon clinging to the business like a barnacle to a ship, and was always very much in evidence whenever any deal of the slightest importance was about to be consummated. Peter Kyne 1880-1957 was an American novelist. They will hope to find coal and there, which, with the cargo of the Narcissus, will enable them to continue raiding. Matt becomes captain of one of Cappy;s ships before Cappy meets him and realizes he is just 23 years old.
He says he's had a wireless from H. We know the Germans are short of coal; doubtless some of the fleet have suffered in the engagement with Admiral Craddock's ships, so it's a safe bet they'll run into the Atlantic now and raid the Falkland Islands--by the way, a British possession. And there were mighty few clear twenty-foot logs coming into the boom these days. Crossing the Gulf Stream, Murphy had called the engine-room on the speaking-tube and politely queried if Mr. He declined to jeopardize the people aboard the steamer and he wouldn't abandon the Retriever with her full cargo; so what could they do? Many of his works were adapted into screenplays starting in the silent era, particularly his first novel, The Three Godfathers, which was published in 1913 and proved to be a huge success. Then she dropped down to a nitrate port and loaded nitrate for New York, and about the time she passed through the Panama Canal the Blue Star Navigation Company wired its New York agent to provide some neutral business for her next voyage.
Cappy Ricks or The Subjugation of Matt Peasley was first published in 1916. ShippingPass Want to get your items fast without the pricey shipping fees? Kyne Copyright laws are changing all over the world. Ricks personally, at the prevailing rates. He assures me that if her condensers are retubed she'll burn from seven to ten tons of coal less per day. We know he received the orders; hence the only reason he did not carry them out was because he wasn't permitted to do so. The book begins: If you have read previous tales of the Blue Star Navigation Company and the various brisk individuals connected therewith, you will recall one Michael J.
Kyne 3 in our series by Peter B. Skinner that Matt was coming home a deal slower than he had gone out. However, if there was one thing about Cappy you could depend upon absolutely it was the consistency of his inconsistency. Subsequently, when Matt Peasely prese 1922. He went from oiler to first assistant in the Amelia.
The same financial tidal wave had swept Cappy Ricks out of the presidency of the Blue Star Navigation Company—presumably far up the beach to a place in the sun, where he was to baskfor the remainder of his old age as president emeritus of all his companies. You will note that our charterers tried to induce Mike to go to Montevideo for orders. He was down at Hunter's Point drydock, superintending the repairs to the steam schooner Amelia Ricks, which recently on a voyage to Seattle had essayed the overland route via Duxbury Reef. He's got to be the boss, and if he can't be the boss he'll sit round and criticize. Ricks, that about the middle of September or the first of October Matt would run out of the southwest monsoon into the northeast monsoon--that's it, Grant, isn't it? Reardon and the children and that two-hundred-dollar-a-month job, for it's the first he's ever had and if he loses out it'll be the last he'll ever get.
On the other hand, the New York agents, realizing that higher freight rates meant a correspondingly higher commission for them on the charter, held off until the Narcissus had almost finished discharging at Hoboken before they closed with a fine old New York importing and exporting house for a cargo of soft coal from Norfolk, Virginia, to Manila, or Batavia. If your order is placed before the 11 a. And you'll have real telegrams--spend money, Skinner! That fellow was a bulldog. We can prove a clean bill of health with those cablegrams, and get back our ship. Murphy, who first came to the attention of Cappy Ricks at the time he, the said Murphy, was chief kicker of the barkentine Retriever under Captain Matt Peasley.
On the eightieth day he remarked to Mr. Reardon had replied passionately that if such a thing were possible he would have done it long ago without waiting to be told. The crew of that liner will all be discharged now that she is interned. So you're going to give him the job for telling you something our own port engineer would have told us after an examination. When Matt reached home that night he found his ingenious father-in-law fairly purring with contentment.
The same financial tidal wave had swept Cappy Ricks out of the presidency of the Blue Star Navigation Company—presumably far up the beach to a place in the sun, where he was to bask for the remainder of his old age as president emeritus of all his companies. This berth he continued to occupy with pleasure and profit to all concerned, until a small financial tidal wave, which began with Matt Peasley's purchase, at a ridiculously low figure, of the Oriental Steamship Company's huge freighter, Narcissus, swept the cunning Matthew into the presidency of the Blue Star Navigation Company; whereupon Matt designed to take Murphy out of the Retriever and have him try his hand in steam as master of the Narcissus. During World War I, he served as a captain in the144th field Artillery, who were known as the California Grizzlies. He came to this country when he was six years old and was raised in Boston. Keen, observing, not too talkative, a hard worker, temperate in his habits and a crackajack engineer to boot. But the four quartermasters speak fair English, and I have engaged two good German-American mates who speak German.