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"Say, Master Aleck," was suddenly whispered to him, "I hope Eben Megg arn't going to die." "Die? Oh, Tom, no. I forgot all about his cut head. We must tie it up." "Tied up it is, sir, wi' my hankychy, but he's got a nasty cut on the head. Ah, it's bad work resisting the law, for lawful it is, I s'pose, to press men." "Don't talk so loud.
"Well, you're a big, strong fellow, and it'll do you good. But, I say, mind I has that hankychy back!" "I won't forget, mate," said Eben, quietly. Then to himself, "I shan't forget this night."
I did think as he'd send some down; and I believe now as he wouldn't because I give him a cuff o' the head that morning for sucking the end o' my hankychy." "Here, come along, and let's keep together." "All right, sir!" "Let's get up to the top of that rock first. I think that's where we came down." "Nay, nay, Mr Mark, sir. I'm sure as that wasn't the way. It was up that one."
"Then I finished, and you hadn't come, so I says, `Well, that's their fault, and they may go without. But all the same I says to myself, `Well, poor chaps, they don't often get a run in the country! and that made me a bit soft like, and I pulled a half-quartern loaf in two and put all the briled ham that was left in the middle, and tied it up in a clean hankychy for you to eat going home.
"Yes," said old Dan'l sourly; "and I'm going to stuff a hankychy or something else into your mouth if you don't hold your tongue." "Oh, are yer!" said Bob boldly. "I should just like to see yer do it." "Then you shall if you don't keep quiet." Bob was silent for a few minutes, and then amused himself by making a derisive grimace at Dan'l as soon as he was looking another way.
"Your wound is not a bad one, but in this hot climate it would soon be if neglected." The doctor walked away, and the sailor chuckled. "It's all right, Mr Dale, I won't do what the doctor don't want. Ketch me getting rid of a leg like a lobster does his claw. But I say, sir; I did think, you know, just then, as I might have a hankychy round my neck and hang my leg in it."
Tom's legs rattled on the planks of the boat as he rolled himself off and stood up and listened to the smuggler with a low, deep sigh as he sat up, tried to stand, and sat down again in the bottom of the little craft. "Bit giddy," he said, apologetically; "things seems to swim round." He had put his hands up to his head as he spoke. Then suddenly: "Who tied my head up with a hankychy?"
"Oh, no cuttee tow-chang!" wailed Ching piteously. "Tow-chang?" said the captain. "Yes, sir; his tail," I said. "Oh, I see! They're very proud of the length." "Well, I'm blessed if ever I see such a snarl," cried the man below. "That's it. There you are. Here, cut this hankychy thing." "Got him now?"
Now, Mr Lomax, what about this chap you downed," he continued, holding the lantern so that the light fell upon the kneeling man, whose forehead was bleeding freely. "You give it him and no mistake," he chuckled. "Here, tie this hankychy round your head, and don't bellow there like a great calf. Master Burr junior, pick up and take charge of that gun, will you? Stop! let's see if she's loaded. No.
"I don't like Eben Megg, and I don't like smugglers in general," Tom Bodger; "but human natur's human natur', even with old King's pensioned men as oughtn't to; but if Eben comes to me with that there hankychy and slips a big wodge of hard Hamsterdam 'bacco and a square bottle o' stuff as hasn't paid dooty into my hands in the dark some night, what am I to do? Say I can't take it?
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