Masters of men Author:Morgan Robertson Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: BOOK III BARBARISM CHAPTER XXV EY, below, there! Hey, below! What's the matter? Hey? Heave out heave out. Out on deck wi' ye!" Dick heard dimly, groaned... more » from the pain in his head and joints, and rolling over, went to sleep again. It was perhaps not a minute, but it seemed to him hours later when a hard fist knuckled his throat and he felt himself being dragged forcibly outward and downward to a bone-wrenching collapse on the floor. Then again he heard the angry, strident voice : " Get out on deck to yer work, ye bloody . Out wi' ye, or I'll make 36 wish ye're in h1." "What is it what's up? " he asked brokenly, as he looked up at a figure standing over him in the flickering light of a flare lamp. Around him were bunks, and on the stanchions between them hung oilskins, coats, and clothes bags. From the open door at the end of the apartment the cold wind of a bleak morning came in, chilly and damp. " Get out o' this and clap on to them flyin'-jib hal'ards," bellowed the man above him. " Quick, or I'll lift ye." Dick was not quick, either in his movements or in his mental processes; his head was aching and his brain reeling from the effects of the drug, and even the fall to the floor had not thoroughly awakened him ; so he was " lifted " a few inches, at least and rolled a foot nearer the door by the impact of a heavy boot; but it was a rubber boot, and no bones were broken. Arising unsteadily, he yielded to the pushes and punches of the other and staggered through the door to the deck without, where, to the music of flapping canvas, whistling wind, and their own discordant calls, men were setting the flying jib. " Get a holt o' them halyards," came the voice of authority in his ear, followed by a blow that launched him nearly headlong into the gr...« less