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He preached it to the men, and it made a great impression on their simple though dangerous natures. "There was Foxey Jack Quinn," he said. "Jack hated the skipper like we hates sea-water in our rum. Didn't he try to kill him t'row him over the cliff an' didn't the skipper put the comather on to him?
He be sure to look in t' papers, to see how things be a-going on here; and as sure as he sees as how you've gived yourself up and owed up as you ha' done it, he will coom straight back again and say as how it were him." "Maister Ned might ha' killed Foxey in a passion, but not loike this. He didn't mean to kill him, but only vor to give him a shaake and frighten him.
Twice oi ha' been down Maarsten to see if so be as they've took him, but nowt ain't been seen of him. Oi had just coom from there now. Thou'st heerd, oi suppose, as the crowner's jury ha found as Foxey wer murdered by him; but it bain't true, you know, Luke be it?" Bill made the assertions stoutly, but there was a tremulous eagerness in the question which followed it; He was fagged and exhausted.
Should either of them remark any signs of a vessel in distress he was to return to Chance Along at top speed, and report the same. Nick Leary and Foxey Jack Quinn were older men than the skipper by a few years, and the fathers of families of half-starved families. Nick was a mild lad; but Foxey Jack had a temper as hot as his hair. "What bes yer idee, skipper?" asked Nick.
Oi don't think much the worst of him myself if he done it, and most in Varley will be o' my way o' thinking. Foxey war a tyrant if ever there war one, and the man what was so hard a maister to his hands would be loike to be hard to his wife's children." "Don't speak like that, feyther," Polly said; "murder is murder, you know."
'Mr Boffin? inquired Venus, with a glance towards the alligator's yard or two of smile. 'Mister be blowed! cried Wegg, yielding to his honest indignation. 'Boffin. Dusty Boffin. That foxey old grunter and grinder, sir, turns into the yard this morning, to meddle with our property, a menial tool of his own, a young man by the name of Sloppy.
He might ha' picked up summat handy when Foxey hit him and smashed him, but oi don't believe it of Maister Ned as he would ha done it arterward." "He war a downright bad 'un war Foxey," Luke said, "vor sure.
"Oi didn't mean vor to say it, but he got it out of me somehow. He knowed my fist on the paper, and, says he, sudden loike, 'Who war the man as murdered Foxey? What was oi vor to say? He says at once as he knowed the idea of writing that letter would never ha' coom into my head; and so the long and short of it be, as your name slipped owt somehow, and there you be."
'All right, sir, he slowly and unwillingly admitted, in his reluctance to loose his hold, 'all right! And greedily watched his partner as he turned his back again, and turned his key again. 'There's nothing new, I suppose? said Venus, resuming his low chair behind the counter. 'Yes there is, sir, replied Wegg; 'there was something new this morning. That foxey old grasper and griper
Had they admitted that they had devoted a whole day to searching over the barren for the body of Foxey Jack Quinn a suspicion that the missing man had carried away something of extraordinary value would have fired the harbor and set every able-bodied inhabitant on the quest. That would not have suited the skipper's plans.
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