By Saturday night the ship was as fine as a "brand new jumping-jack before the baby sucked the paint off."
Some of the men still suffered from black-and-blue spots, which, however, a little turpentine liniment would have banished.
Rumors were rife that we would be bound for New York shortly, but few believed them; the circulators themselves certainly did not, of that we felt sure.
"The idea!" said "Mourner," who, though ready to swallow most rumoristic pills, could not manage this one. "Go to New York with eighty bags of mail for the Santiago fleet! I can see us doing it."
"THE SPAR DECK WAS COVERED WITH RED SHELLAC" (page 240)
