Argosy All-Story Weekly — page 84: what you’re looking at

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By ARTHUR HUNT CHUTE crowded, but out of all the jostling longshore mob he stood forth, an integer in the midst of vulgar fractions. With more than passing interest Burke regarded his countenance, swollen, reddish, marked with a hard, almost brutal expres- sion. Then, with a glimpse of the pale fanatical light of his eye, Burke felt his own heart flutter, for by that sign he knew that it was Kicking Tom McGee. Head and shoulders over all the rest, he moved, erect and dominant. Even in that sailor town, that never knew politeness, in- stinctively they gave before him. Bolder to his back than to his face, Burke cursed aloud at the retreating figure. “ Still acts as if ye owned the whole 0’ God’Imighty’s earth. But by the leapin’ cripes, I'll fix ye yet, ye blasted Bluenose bully!” If this had been an ordinary grudge, Burke would have said to Barney Upgate, “ Get that guy,” and that would have been the end of it. S cores, afternoon, Water Street Captain Tom McGee, otherwise Kicking Tom, had not been in a home port of Nova Scotia for many years. Some said he dared not return, but now he came openly and bold. Water Street, at his reappearance, was agog with rumors; the Bluenose Bucko was famous the world over as an unholy driver, but even among such Bully McGee stood forth preéminent. His footwork was the attribute that touched him with grisly horror. As Burke observed: ‘‘ He could kick the plaster out of a nine-foot ceilin’, and just as aisyshe could kick the slats out of an ungodly crew.” Captain McGee’s ship, the Orion, lay alongside at Deepwater, deserted almost as soon as she made fast, foremast hands not even waiting for pay, in their impatience to be off. The reputation of the Orion as a hell packet went before her; in consequence she was shunned like a plague by free-will sea- men.., But there were other ways to obtain a 710 Gomichooks.co