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Why didn't you go on board the tender with every one else? asks my Judicial and Nautical Assessor (I fancy this is the terra in the Admiralty Court, where, if on shore, he would probably sit attired in full naval uniform, with a judge's wig on, and a cocked hat a-top of that). The man mutters something about
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Not hear! ejaculates the Assessor, taking a short pull at his cigar and smiling incredulously,
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Personally I can bear witness to these facts; but, not being called as evidence for the Crown and Anchor, I remain silent. Why even down in the engine-rooms the stokers must have heard the shouts for
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TUBBS! It occurs to me suddenly that this wretched man must have stolen TUBBS' umbrella. But I am at once enlightened as to the real state of the case.
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Look here, my man, says the Judicial and Nautical Assessor, as he critically eyes the ash of his cigar before flicking it off while speaking to the prisoner,
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This statement seems to come as a