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He began turning over the yellow leaves. "Here is their bill: Draw-rope, Draw-rope, Bagging, Draw-rope, Sails and rigging as I live! Gale is a renegade seacaptain, Hathaway a deserter from the 'Convoy.' I've no love for Hathaway; he 's the rascal that built a house on my island at the Falls. I sent him word, but he paid no attention to it."
Dr. McLoughlin reappeared in the yard.
"Dere be one of dose mon now, Dogtor," said Baptiste, pointing to a young man just entering the gate.
"And what do you want now, Mr. Woods, what do you want now?" Dr. McLoughlin abruptly inquired, walking toward the young man. Sir George's rebukes had temporarily affected the doctor's urbanity to Americans.
"Why, Governor, some of us fellows are trying to build a schooner to go to California to get some cattle. If you will trust us for chains and anchors and rigging, we can pay you by and by."
"How? how? how, I'd like to know, how, sir?" cried the doctor.
"In furs and wheat, sir," answered the American.
"A schooner to go to California on this iron-bound coast? Tut, tut, tut! You'll all be drowned, and I'll not be party to such a transaction. You had better settle in the valley, as I told you, and take up farms. I'll lend you all the seed you want, but chains and anchors don't grow in this climate."
"But, Doctor, cattle"
"Tut, tut, tut! "'impatiently the doctor waved the petitioner away. "A hare-brained scheme! a harebrained scheme! Who ever heard of a trapper-sailor? You've no idea of the danger you venture into. No slipshod schooner can live on this rock-bound coast."
