Chapter I. A Lamb for the Sacrifice

"Perez," observed Captain Eri cheerfully, "I‘m tryin‘ to average up with the mistakes of Providence."

The Captain was seated by the open door of the dining room, in the rocker with the patched cane seat. He was apparently very busy doing something with a piece of fishline and a pair of long-legged rubber boots. Captain Perez, swinging back and forth in the parlor rocker with the patch-work cushion, was puffing deliberately at a wooden pipe, the bowl of which was carved into the likeness of a very rakish damsel with a sailor‘s cap set upon the side of her once flaxen head. In response to his companion‘s remark he lazily turned his sunburned face toward the cane-seated rocker and inquired:

"What on airth are you doin‘ with them boots?"

Captain Eri tied a knot with his fingers and teeth and then held the boots out at arm‘s length.

"Why, Perez," he said, "I‘m averagin‘ up, same as I told you. Providence made me a two-l

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