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"Wot a circus!" cried one.
"Tork about yer marine hippodromes,--if this ain't one, I'd like to know!" affirmed another.
"Six-days-go-as-yer-please," announced a third. "Who says the dagoes won't win?"
On the next tack to windward the Greek offered to change places with Charley.
"Let-a me sail-a de boat," he demanded. "I fix-a them, I catch-a them, sure."
This was a stroke at Charley's professional pride, for pride himself he did upon his boat-sailing abilities; but he yielded the tiller to the prisoner and took his place at the sheet. Three times again we made the circuit, and the Greek found that he could get no more speed out of the salmon boat than Charley had.
"Better give it up," one of the sailors advised from above.
