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The person thus addressed, who was lying flat upon his back, gazing silently upward at the rocky front of the cliff, turned cautiously over upon his elbow before venturing reply. "Yes; what is it, sergeant? It looks to be a beauty of a morning way up yonder." There was a hearty, cheery ring to his clear voice which left the pain-racked old soldier envious. "My God!" he growled savagely.
"No, it's not," growled the skipper, very much through his nose; "she's headin' west." "It's to somewhere that coorse will take us in the ind, no doubt, if we carry on?" suggested Quin, interrogatively. "Ay; oot to sea," replied the skipper. Quin was obliged to give it up for the time being.
"That means fighting, sir," growled Bostock. "Yes; wouldn't you have struck a blow to defend the vessel?" "Well, you see, sir, I'm only a sailor and not a fighting man," said Bostock, slowly. "You coward!" cried Carey, indignantly. "Why, boy as I am, I'd have tried to do something, if it was only reloading the guns." "Course you would, sir; I know that," said the old sailor, quietly.
"Stick yore hat out, Cranky, an' see what you can do," he suggested, irritably. Cranky Joe regarded him with pity and reproach, and moved back towards the other end of the room, muttering softly to himself. "I know it ain't much of a bonnet, but he needn't rub it in," he growled, peevishly. "Try again; mebby they didn't see you," suggested Jim Larkin, who had a reputation for never making a joke.
It was his office joke, and something more, a kind of formula for squaring himself with his conscience, a phrase for warding off the devil as a beggar spits on the penny he accepts. Having exorcised the demon, he said, "Go on, tell me: what's her name and how much does she want for silence?" "How much do you want for silence?" Jim growled. "Shoot!"
"Ah!" he growled, "there is one who will never overwork himself, who will never endanger his health by worrying!" And he launched forth into an ironical eulogy on selfishness. To be alone in the world, not to have a friend, to have neither wife nor child, what happiness!
"He ain't goin' to hit Link when he's down," growled Snogger. "I don't intend to," answered Dave, and got up. He turned to Hank Snogger. "You keep your hands off of me," he added, sharply. "This is not your quarrel." "Ah, don't talk to me," growled the cowboy. "I will talk to you," went on Dave. "You keep out of this." Dave stood back, while Link slowly arose to his feet.
And then every muscle in his body grew tense, and his blood leaped. From far off in the plain there came a cry. It was his cry the wolf-cry. His jaws snapped. His white fangs gleamed, and he growled deep in his throat. He wanted to reply, but some strange instinct urged him not to. That instinct of the wild was already becoming master of him.
Tintoretto tripped at once, but even when the women had caught the sheet in their hands he hung on prodigiously, and shook the thing, and growled and braced his weight against their strength, to the uncontainable delight of all the little Stowe contingent.
And when you talk of whipping six, I can't help laughing." "You wouldn't laugh if I could catch you," Rowdy Red-Squirrel growled. And if he hadn't known that Jasper Jay would fly away, he would have jumped into Jasper's tree and chased him. "You mustn't expect me to believe you can whip six until I've seen you whip one," Jasper went on. "There's Sandy Chipmunk in that beech tree.
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