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"Well," said Smith, "I haven't got what you could call official knowledge of the Emperor's plans. My orders came to me through Steinwitz, and Steinwitz doesn't talk unnecessarily." The servant manner and the cockney accent disappeared when Smith sat down. He talked to Donovan as one man of the world to another. "Still," said Donovan, "you've got some sort of idea."
Intercourse between the Moorish Emperor and the Foreign Consuls. Cockney sportsmen, The degrading of high Moorish Functionaries. How we smuggle Cattle from Tangier to Gibraltar. The Blood-letting of plethoric Placemen. The communication between Gibraltar and Tangier is by no means easy and regular, though the places are only a few hours' distance from the other. I had waited many days at Gib.
Hi didn't mean no trouble!" Cockney bleated. "Hit was the nyme 'e called me. 'E myde me see red, that's wot." "Would have been a damn good job if he'd landed!" cried Boston's voice. There was an emphatic chorus of approval of this sentiment from the hands, from squareheads and stiffs both. "We'd have been rid of one o' them, anyhow!" piped up Blackie. The backing gave Cockney heart.
"Well," said he, "I don't know what your standards are, and would prefer not to say anything libellous; but I'll tell you in a word, they are the kind of people that keep a parrot." Then there is the English Sparrow! What an insufferable chatterbox, what an incurable scold, what a voluble and tiresome blackguard is this little feathered cockney.
It was a very superior example, with a central musical engine of extraordinary splendour, and horses that actually curveted, as they swirled maddeningly round to the strains of 'The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo. How I longed to join the wild riders! But though I am a brave man, I confess that to ride a merry-go-round in front of a laughter-loving Cockney public is more than I can dare.
Aye, it was quite a fall for Cockney; he lost a lot of face when he ran away from my fists. He kept out of my foc'sle thereafter. I mentioned that this fight started because Cockney came into our foc'sle during his watch on deck. Now, that illustrates the surprising slackness of discipline in the port watch.
Fred, always a pushing, commercially-minded lad, found farming too slow and unprofitable to satisfy him, and he took service in a butcher's shop at York, as a first step towards his goal, London, in which city he eventually made his home, married a Cockney girl, and settled down for the rest of his prosperous life.
Jim Silver at the gate watched the little group with quiet content. The three seemed so perfectly at home together that between them was no need for words. Monkey Brand was a cockney. He had been born in the River Ward of Hammersmith in that blind alley known to the police and the inhabitants as Tiger Bay.
Nippers and I had been separated he staying aft, while I took up my bunk forward. But the men on the boat, the few that stick in my memory as distinct personages: There was the bloated, fat Scotch boy, whom we called just Fatty, a sheepherder by calling. He had signed on for the trip, to take care of the sheep on the upper deck; There was a weak, pathetic cockney, who died of sun-stroke;
The spirit was with me again, prepared, I doubted not, for his second twist. I sprang from my seat, a sudden inspiration flashing upon me, jumped back of the revolving fan, and turning the full force of the wind it created upon my vindictive visitant, blew him fairly and squarely into the bulging sail. "There, blast your cockney eyes!" I cried; "take that." He tried to retort, but without avail.
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