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Fighting Byng: A Novel of Mystery, Intrigue and Adventure [Illustrated,TOC WITH DETAILED LINKS]
Fighting Byng: A Novel of Mystery, Intrigue and Adventure [Illustrated,TOC WITH DETAILED LINKS]
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• Includes original illustrations
• The book has been proof-read and corrected for spelling and grammatical errors
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An excerpt:
We had no trouble negotiating for our wrecking boat—the Anti-Kaiser. The owner was all right, as could be inferred by the name of his new schooner, a good solid roomy one, as Howard said, fully equipped for deep-sea sponging and light wrecking among the spongers who lose their boats occasionally in sudden tropical storms. It did not surprise me when he told us that he expected to operate about the Bahamas when the season opened and didn't propose to take any chances. He had applied for a five-pound gun to mount aft and a one-pounder forward, and got it. However, there was no gunner and one would have to be provided.
Howard did not refer to little Jim during the evening. He was counting the cost—the effect on her life and his, the necessity of being untrammeled in the immense enterprise we were undertaking. I wanted to learn from Washington the status of the Ramund case before commencing. I went to Key West in the Titian and spent most of the night there. As I expected, Ramund could not be refused bail much longer, but the department would post me regarding his movements. Then I ran into Ike Barry again.
"Still fishing, Ike?"
"Yes—the Missus couldn't stand it any longer and came down a few days ago. She is a better scout on the water than I am. We're having a great time."
I remembered having met her at Tampa with him one time and recalled her as a sweet, motherly woman who had raised a splendid daughter they spoke of a great deal.
I found Scotty there, too, still out of a job, going about like a fish out of water, his face so long he was tramping on his upper lip, waiting for his passport to go back to the British Navy.
"Scotty, didn't you tell me you were a gunner in the Royal Navy before you went in the engine-room?"
"I certainly was. Served two enlistments, the last one as chief."
"Then you are just the man I want."
• The book has been proof-read and corrected for spelling and grammatical errors
• All our books with improved formatting and links to chapters
An excerpt:
We had no trouble negotiating for our wrecking boat—the Anti-Kaiser. The owner was all right, as could be inferred by the name of his new schooner, a good solid roomy one, as Howard said, fully equipped for deep-sea sponging and light wrecking among the spongers who lose their boats occasionally in sudden tropical storms. It did not surprise me when he told us that he expected to operate about the Bahamas when the season opened and didn't propose to take any chances. He had applied for a five-pound gun to mount aft and a one-pounder forward, and got it. However, there was no gunner and one would have to be provided.
Howard did not refer to little Jim during the evening. He was counting the cost—the effect on her life and his, the necessity of being untrammeled in the immense enterprise we were undertaking. I wanted to learn from Washington the status of the Ramund case before commencing. I went to Key West in the Titian and spent most of the night there. As I expected, Ramund could not be refused bail much longer, but the department would post me regarding his movements. Then I ran into Ike Barry again.
"Still fishing, Ike?"
"Yes—the Missus couldn't stand it any longer and came down a few days ago. She is a better scout on the water than I am. We're having a great time."
I remembered having met her at Tampa with him one time and recalled her as a sweet, motherly woman who had raised a splendid daughter they spoke of a great deal.
I found Scotty there, too, still out of a job, going about like a fish out of water, his face so long he was tramping on his upper lip, waiting for his passport to go back to the British Navy.
"Scotty, didn't you tell me you were a gunner in the Royal Navy before you went in the engine-room?"
"I certainly was. Served two enlistments, the last one as chief."
"Then you are just the man I want."
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