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chase, o' course, and they made oil to windward 

 and brought up in some kind o' big square." 



" Plaza" said Rudder. " That's what these 

 here heathen Chilienos calls it." 



" Yes," I went on, " that's the word. Funny 

 lingo they talk here. And, Rudder, that whole 

 turn-out was brought up all standing by an order 

 from the colonel, or general, or whatever they 

 call their ' old man,' and then they got out a 

 dummy of Judas Iscariot." 



"Effigy," laughed Rudder, "That's the word 

 you're soundin' for." 



" Well, effigy then. That whole ship's company 

 fell in line again, and peppered that effigy with 

 cold lead. Then they set the old moss-back afire, 

 beginning with his boots, and when the fire crept 

 up amidships he blew himself to bits, like a bomb 

 lance, and all the people yelled and jumped and 

 crowed. Don't you call that pious, Rudder ?'' 



" Well, t' ain't my notion of piosity. Piosity, 

 boy, is to keep out o' jail, keep out o' bull-fights, 

 and steer clear o' them dev'lish pulparees. That's 

 what / call piosity. An' them pulparees — I tell 

 you, boy — them pulparees is the sartin road to 

 Granny Howlan' 's washtub. Why, there's one 

 now, boy." (A moment of hesitation, a wriggle 

 of futile resistance.) "Say we go in?" 



