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Ebook has 1042 lines and 35566 words, and 21 pages
I HIS HIGHNESS 1
II THE NEW JOB 17
V THE CONQUEST OF ACHILLES 64
VI HIS HIGHNESS IN A NEW ROLE 75
X BOB 127
XX THE RETURN OF THE WANDERERS 248
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THE TWO BOYS WOULD DISCUSS BOATS, FISHING AND KINDRED INTERESTS 76
"YOU WILL GET ALL THE WIRELESS COMING TO YOU, THAT'S ALL. TAKE IT FROM ME" 154
CLEARLY AND EVENLY THE MESSAGE TICKED ITSELF OFF. THEN THERE WAS SILENCE 240
WALTER AND THE WIRELESS
HIS HIGHNESS
His Highness came by the nickname honestly enough and yet those who heard it for the first time had difficulty in repressing a smile at the incongruity of the title. In fact perhaps no term could have been found that would have been less appropriate. For Walter King possessed neither dignity of rank nor of stature. On the contrary he was a short, snub-nosed boy of fifteen, the epitome of good humor and democracy.
His hair was red and towsled, his face spangled with great golden freckles which sea winds and sunshine had multiplied until there was scarce room for another on his beaming countenance. Hands and arms were freckled too, for when one lives in a bathing suit six months of the year and is either in the water or on it most of the time the skin fails to retain its pristine whiteness of hue. But His Highness did not care a fig for that. He was far too busy baiting eel and lobster traps, mending fish nets, untangling lines, and painting boats to give a thought to his personal beauty.
Indeed his mother often bewailed the fact that he was not more interested in his appearance and there were times when it seemed as if she were right. Certainly when her son ambled home at dusk with every rebellious hair standing upended upon his head and a string of flounders dripping salt from the tips of their slimy tails she was justified to a degree in wishing he had more regard for the niceties of life.
"Look at the mess you're making!" she would pipe indignantly. "I've just mopped this floor, Walter."
"You ought not to provoke Dave, Walter."
"Provoke him? But he was provoked already, Ma. There's no harm putting an extra stick on the fire when it's burning, anyhow. Besides, Dave is never in earnest when he bawls me out. He just likes to hear himself scold."
"He has a terrible temper."
Mrs. King sighed.
"I don't see," murmured she, "how you manage to go through everything you have so quickly, Walter. Nothing you wear lasts you more than a week."
"Oh, I say, make it a month. Do, now!"
He saw his mother smile faintly.
"Well, a month then."
"You couldn't stretch it to two?"
"Not possibly. Four weeks seems to be your limit."
The sharpness of her tone, however, had weakened.
"Four weeks, eh? I did think I'd had these rubber boots longer than that. It is amazing how attached you can get to things even in a little while."
Holding aloft the knife with which he was preparing to behead the unlucky flounders, His Highness gazed reflectively down at his feet.
"Walter! What is the use of digging up that old bone again? I never shall let you ship for the Grand Banks or any other Banks so long as I live. We've had this out hundreds of times before. You know you and Bob are all I've got in the world. Do you suppose I want you lost in a fog and never heard from again?"
"Oh, Great Scott, Ma! They don't lose fishing boats now as they used to. They carry wireless, and the fleet keeps in touch every minute."
"The dories have no wireless aboard them," observed Mrs. King grimly.
"I suppose not, no, probably they don't," His Highness admitted reluctantly.
"Anyway, wireless or no wireless, you are not going on a fishing cruise to the Grand Banks."
"I hear you, Ma," grinned the boy.
"There is plenty of work right here on the land if you're looking for it. Why must you always be wanting to go to sea to earn money?"
"Faith, Mother, I don't know," laughed Walter. "I expect it's because I see chores to do when I'm afloat that I can't see ashore. It is the way I was born."
"A poor way."
"Maybe it is. At any rate I can't help it."
"I'm afraid you do not try to help it very hard."
The lad shrugged his shoulders.
"There's that chance you have to hire out at the Crowninshields' for the summer."
"Those snobs."
"Beggars cannot be choosers. Besides, they may not be snobs at all. What makes you think they are?"
"Oh, I don't mind the lugs they put on," protested Walter, evading the issue. "I suppose all New York swells do that. It's what they want me for that gets my goat." Again the knife he held was tragically upraised. "How would you like to be nursemaid to six or eight brainless little pups no bigger than rats? Not but what I like dogs. I'd like nothing better than to own a fine dog of some spirit. But those imitations! Why, before a week was out, I'd have their necks wrung."
"Mr. Crowninshield promised to pay you well."
"What's money if all the kids in town are going to josh you?"
"Money is a good deal when you need it." His mother shook her head gravely. "Have you ever considered how badly we are in want of money, Walter?"
"What do you mean, Ma?" The boy wheeled about, startled.
"I haven't said anything about it, dear, because I could not bear to have you boys bothered," was the quiet answer. "But lately things have not been going well and I have been pretty much worried. The money your Uncle Henry invested for us isn't paying any dividends; there seems to be something the matter with the company's affairs. As for your Uncle Mark Miller, I've heard nothing from him in months. His ship was to put in at Shanghai for cargo and I ought to have had a letter by now; but none has come and I am afraid something must be the trouble. He is a good brother and never fails to send me money. I can ill afford to be without help now when the mortgage is coming due and I have so many bills to meet. It takes a deal of money to live nowadays. You boys do not realize that."
"Why, I had no idea you were fussed, Mother, and I'm sure Bob hadn't either," declared Walter soberly.
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