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As I spoke I saw Mings thrust away the pistol he had drawn and lean towards me, peering. "Sink me!" cried he. "It's him, Roger; 'tis Martin sure as saved of us from Penfeather, curse him, on Bartlemy's Island three years agone it's him, Roger, it's him!" "Bleed me!" said Tressady, nodding. "But you're i' th' right on't, Abny. You ha' th' right on't, lad. Here's luck and a fair wind t' ye, Marty!"
'Belay that, Abny, you'll be having all the lubbers about the place aboard of us! 'Why, says the man Abny, 'since you're wi' us well and good, but don't forget we was hard in his wake, aye, and ready to lay him aboard long before you hove in sight and damn all, says I. 'Some day, Abny, some day, says the other, "I shall cut out that tongue o' yourn and watch ye eat it, lad, eat it hist, here cometh Gregory at last easy all. Now the moon was very bright, master, and looking out o' my hay-pile as the door opened I spied this rogue Gregory "
"Why, so we will, Abny, so we will," said Tressady, seating himself within reach of Joanna. "'Twas pure luck us falling in wi' two old messmates like Marty and Resolution and us in need of a few hell-fire, roaring boys! 'Tis like a happy family, rot me, all love and good-fellowship and be damned!
"That!" cried Tressady, snapping finger and thumb. "Captain Jo is not, henceforth sit still, lad so! Now lift his barkers, Abny in his pockets. Still and patient, lad, still and patient!" So Resolution perforce suffered himself to be disarmed, while Joanna, pale and languid in the firelight, watched all with eyes that gleamed beneath drooping lashes.
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