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Tell you why, said Joey Mills, watching Ben with squirrely courage and making sure no one else could hear.
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He'll get more men, _he_ says, from the fine prize we a'n't seen yet--or if we seen it we been evermore tacking somewheres else, God almighty damn. But this here ketch, Ben Cory, let alone it seems she a'n't bound for nowhere, she a'n't got nothing. Salt cod, God almighty damn. Put in at one of them places, nothing to trade, he'd be laughed at. _They'd_ give him salt cod, yah. I allow _he_ can't bear no laughing at--now don't betray me, don't never let it out I said no such of a thing--you wouldn't, boy?