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haw!" roared Butch, "Let's give 'im a workin'                            
over fust, just fer Pearl 'Arber." He sailed in to me, fists  
going like pistons, and becoming more and more furious       
as none of his blows reached me.  "Slippery swab, eh?"  he
grunted, reaching out in an attempt to get my throat in a
strangle-hold.  Old Tzu, and others in far-off Tibet had well  
prepared me for such things.  I dropped, limp, and Butch's     
momentum carried him forward.  He tripped over me and                            
smashed his face on the edge of the foc'sle table, breakin     
his jaw and nearly severing an ear on a mug which he broke
in his fall.  I had no more trouble with the crew.
    Slowly the New York skyline loomed up ahead of us.           
We ploughed on, leaving a black wake of smoke in the          
sky from the inferior coal we were using, A Lascar stoker,     
looking fearfully over his shoulder, edged up  to me.  "De
cops come for you soon," he said.  "You good man, heard           
Chief saying what Cap'n told him.  They got to keep their       
noses clean."  He passed me over an oilskin tobacco pouch.      
"Put your money in that and slip over de side before dey       
gets you ashore."  He whispered confidentially, telling me            
where the Police boat would head, telling me where I could     
hide, as he had done in the past.  I listened with great care  
as he told me how to escape the Police hunt after I had       

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jumped overboard.  He gave me n