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"Oh, rot, Pete!" growled Code in his most forcible manner. "Come

along now or you'll be sidling into one of these doors and the

Lass won't get out of port for a week."

"My soul an' body! Look at that Frenchy. Biggest I ever saw,

Code."

They had returned to the sidewalk, and Pete forgot that he

himself rose fully as high above the crowds as this stranger. In

fact, nearly every one turned to take a look at the huge

islander, who, in reality, stood six feet four, barefoot.

They were pushing down-street against the tide and making rather

heavy going of it. Code maneuvered so as to pass well to leeward

of the big man who, he could see plainly, was just tipsy. But

somehow the eyes of the two giants met, and the Frenchman seemed

to crush his way through the crowd in Ellinwood's direction.

"Come on, Pete; get out of here before there's any trouble,"

commanded Code. He knew the mate's weakness for fighting.