Catty Atkins, Sailorman

Now there’s one thing about me, if somebody starts to run I’ve got to start to run myself. I didn’t stop to think why, but just dug out after Mr. House and Catty, tearing down t...

Next morning we hauled up our anchor and left the Thimbles early. Rameses III did not have breakfast ready until we were well out in the Sound and had headed for Point Judith. I...

Mr. Topper shook his head. “Everybody’s below except a man in dungarees. Part of the crew. Smoke’s coming out of the funnel. Galley stovepipe must come up there. Probably all ge...

Catty turned to me quick as a flash. “Run down to the water,” he says, “and holler as loud as you can that you’ve found a boat. Then duck along the shore toward Nantucket and li...

“Maybe it can be done,” says I, “but I haven’t ever got used to sleeping on the corner of a case of canned corn. The difficulty,” says I, “is where to put my feet.”

There are different kinds of dark. There is just common, everyday dark, like in a house before you light the lights; there’s the kind of dark there is in a cellar; there’s the s...

It was pretty confused for a while, what with fending off and getting the engine started, and I guess Mr. House and Mr. Robbins were too busy to notice what we were up to. At la...

We lay in Padanaram all that day and night. In the afternoon Catty and I went on the street car to New Bedford and saw the old whaling museum, which is one of the most interesti...

It seems as if Catty and I have a lot of luck, and this summer we had more than usual, for Mr. Browning, who lived in New York, and was interested in all kinds of businesses, in...

The bad weather kept up all the next day, but by night the wind went down, and next morning after that it was warm and fine. Mr. Browning got us up mighty early, because he had...

“Huh,” says Mr. Dunn, “I’ll say you’re not easily discouraged, anyhow. How do you think you could get a treasure away from that gang if they got their hands on it?”

“That chart, of course. They’d never have known where to dig if I hadn’t fixed up that chart and wished it on Mr. House. Of course there was rotten luck in it. We thought we wer...

It was likely the _Porpoise_ had been there all night and that day. If she had run directly across from New Bedford she must have been in Nantucket that long, anyhow, and Catty...

We ran into Vineyard Haven and anchored for the night. It was an interesting old place, but Mr. Browning said it couldn’t touch Edgartown or Nantucket. There was no sign of the...

“Push,” says Catty, and he got his shoulder against the cases on the opposite side of the pile from the man. I didn’t stop to ask why, because there are times when there’s nothi...

Those two guards were hanging onto each other, and standing as stiff as fence posts. You’d have thought they were frozen. And then, all of a sudden, Catty turned around his boar...

By that time Mr. Dunn was just about four pounds madder than any man who ever lived to tell the tale. He swelled up like a balloon and shoved out his jaw, and just waded out of...

When I saw the light of that lantern I began to think. Right off I realized I should have started up my thinker a long while ago. There we were—Catty and I—under a tarpaulin and...

In the morning Mr. Browning hadn’t come aboard, but Naboth was there, and he told us Mr. Topper was sick with a disease he called pender-sidus, and had to be operated on. He sai...

I’ll own up I was surprised and, though Catty doesn’t like to admit he’s ever surprised, I’ll bet he was, too. I’ll bet he was so surprised he almost shed his ears and that’s ab...

Naboth’s voice came back to where we sat, and it was loud, and high-pitched and excited. “Rameses III,” says he, “you done it. You done it as sure as if you’d fed him pizen.”

“That’s all right to read about,” says I, “but when it comes to the actual thing with me in it, I’d as soon it wasn’t so interesting. Nope, just hand me my treasure on a silver...