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O Stor tough as an old tin pan,

Ay, ay, ay, Mister Stor e had been

a bit nettled during his meditation A speed boat fro a crea smother of water

under its upcocked bow It was a noisy gnat of a boat and it kicked a

conteon

When it swept under the counter, after Captain Candage was back on his

quarter-deck, he gave it a stare over the rail, and his expression was

distinctly unamiable

"They probably wasted more money on that doostra-bulus than this

schooner would sell for in the market today," he infor as they didn't have to sweat

earning it Slinging it like they'd sling beans!"

Back on its circling course swished the darting tender This ti side

"On board Polly!" hailed one of the yachtsnia on his cap

The e farther over

the rail, but he did not reply