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CHAPTER X
 And so I won my manhood's spurs. My status on the water-front and with the pirates became immediately excellent. I was looked upon as a good fellow, as well as no coward. And somehow, from the day I achieved that concept sitting on the stringer-piece of the Oakland City , I have never cared much for money. No one has ever considered me a since, while my carelessness of money is a source of anxiety and worry to some that know me.  
So completely did I break with my past that I sent word home to my mother to call in the boys of the neighbourhood and give to them all my collections. I never even cared to learn what boys got what collections. I was a man now, and I made a clean sweep of everything that bound me to my boyhood.
 
My reputation grew. When the story went around the water-front of how French Frank had tried to run me down with his , and of how I had stood on the deck of the Razzle Dazzle, a cocked double-barrelled shotgun in my hands, with my feet and holding her to her course, and compelled him to put up his wheel and keep away, the water-front that there was something in me despite my youth. And I continued to show what was in me. There were the times I brought the Razzle Dazzle in with a bigger load of than any other two-man craft; there was the time when we raided far down in Lower Bay, and mine was the only craft back at daylight to the anchorage off Asparagus Island; there was the Thursday night we raced for market and I brought the Razzle Dazzle in without a rudder, first of the fleet, and skimmed the cream of the Friday morning trade; and there was the time I brought her in from Upper Bay under a jib, when Scotty burned my mainsail. (Yes; it was Scotty of the Idler adventure. Irish had followed Spider on board the Razzle Dazzle, and Scotty, turning up, had taken Irish's place.)
 
But the things I did on the water only partly counted. What completed everything, and won for me the title of "Prince of the Oyster Beds," was that I was a good fellow with my money, buying drinks like a man. I little dreamed that the time would come when the Oakland water-front, which had shocked me at first would be shocked and annoyed by the devilry of the things I did.
 
But always the life was tied up with drinking. The saloons are poor men's clubs. Saloons are places. We engaged to meet one another in saloons. We our good fortune or wept our grief in saloons. We got acquainted in saloons.
 
Can I ever forget the afternoon I met "Old Scratch," Nelson's father? It was in the Last Chance. Johnny Heinhold introduced us. That Old Scratch was Nelson's father was noteworthy enough. But there was more in it than that. He was owner and master of the scow-schooner Annie Mine, and some............
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