Mr. Diedrick Sperry, breathing, if now no longer exactly flames, at least,
fumes, for he had sat past due withinside the smoking-room, eating tons liquor.
At sight of the Tyro, his shaggy dog story which he had so surprisingly esteemed, back
to his thoughts.
"Haberdashin' 'spherical once more, hey?" he shouted, blockading the passage
midway right all the way down to Stateroom 129. "Where's Cissy Wayne?"
"Safe," stated the Tyro briefly.
"Safe be damned! You inform me in which earlier than you pass a step farther." He
stretched out a hand which could have completed credit score to a longshoreman.
Fight become the remaining factor that the Tyro wished. More vital business
become pressing. But as Sperry become blockading the manner to the belief of
that business, it become appear th
