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Jack with his fists doubled ready to protect him if there was a show of resistance, but Vigors was half stupefied with the blow under the ear, and quite cowed; he took his thrashing in the most pensive manner. "That will do," said Jack; "and now do not be afraid, Gossett; the very first time he offers to strike you when I am not present, I will pay him off for it as soon as you tell me.
He was wrapped up in one of the gregos, and many of the prisoners wore the same. Jack was amused at not being recognised; he slipped down the main ladder, and had to stoop under the hammocks of the wounded men, and was about to go aft to the captain's cabin to report himself, when he heard young Gossett crying out, and the sound of the rope.
When he was trapped in the bunker at the seventh hole, Sigsbee became trapped as well. When he sliced at the sixth tee, Sigsbee pulled. And Archibald, striking a brilliant vein, did the next three holes in eleven, nine, and twelve; and, romping home, qualified for the final. Gossett, that serpent, meanwhile, had beaten each of his three opponents without much difficulty.
At the sound of the voice Vigors turned round with his colt in his hand, saw Jack's face at the window, and, impressed with the idea that the reappearance was supernatural, uttered a yell and fell down in a fit little Gossett also trembling in every limb, stared with his mouth open. Jack was satisfied, and immediately disappeared.
"Hang me, if that brute Vigors an't thrashing young Gossett," thought Jack. "I dare say the poor fellow had had plenty of it since I have been away; I'll save him this time at least." Jack, wrapped up in his grego, went to the window of the berth, looked in, and found it was as he expected. He cried out in an angry voice, "Mr Vigors, I'll thank you to leave Gossett alone."
"I no understand dat, Massa Easy I love you, because you good, and treat me well Mr Vigors, he bully, and treat me ill how possible to love him? By de power, I hate him, and wish I had him skull. You tink little Massa Gossett love him?"
"Yes," replied Gossett. "Well, then, will you do what I tell you next time, and trust to me for protection?" "I don't care what I do," replied the boy, "if you will back me against the cowardly tyrant." "Do you refer to me?" cried Vigors, who had stopped at the door of the berth. "Say yes," said Jack. "Yes, I do," cried Gossett.
This lad's name was Gossett. His father was a wealthy yeoman of Lynn, in Norfolk.
Captain Wilson and Mr Sawbridge seriously regretted the loss of our hero, as they thought that he would have turned out a shining character as soon as he had sown his wild oats; so did Mr Asper, because our hero's purse went with him; so did Jolliffe, because he had taken an affection for him; so did little Gossett, because he anticipated no mercy from Vigors.
Gossett lowered his driver, and wheeled round, but Sigsbee had snatched the envelope from the boy's hand. 'It's all right, old man, he said. 'Go right ahead. I'll keep it safe for you. 'Give it to me, said Gossett anxiously. 'It may be from the office. Something may have happened to the market. I may be needed. 'No, no, said Sigsbee, soothingly. 'Don't you worry about it. Better not open it.
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