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It's mut'ny, but I won't desert my Captain." Captain Trevor caught him by the hand. "To save my boy, Jeffs," he said hoarsely. "Man, I cannot desert my ship." The coxswain looked puzzled, and hesitated. "Quick, man!" roared the Captain. "Ah! too late!"
He had been rude to a man's wife yesterday, of which the Indian complained, and Jeffs was confined immediately the Captain had the fact plainly proved, and next morning the Captain invited the offended Parties on board, who were ignorant of his intentions.
At last, he stopped a man carrying a lanthorn. "Can you tell me where Jack Robinson is, please?" "Who?" said the sailor, staring. "Ain't nobody o' that name here." "I mean Tom Jeffs," said the Skipper hurriedly. "Oh, him! Ashore with the gig, waiting to bring the skipper aboard."
The first symptom was ten guineas sent to Shuter for a box ticket for his benefit, when The Good-Natured Man was to be performed. The next was an entire change in his domicile. The shabby lodgings with Jeffs the butler, in which he had been worried by Johnson's scrutiny, were now exchanged for chambers more becoming a man of his ample fortune.
But we take care to tell everyone we are travelling for pleasure and are great admirers of Bonilla the present president. Somers and I are getting on famously. He is a very fine boy with a great sense of humor and apparently very fond of me. We had five men counting Jeffs who we call our military attache and Charwood and four drivers and eleven mules so it is quite an outfit.
It was a hard fight to avoid the rocks, but the life-belts made the task easier, and Tom Jeffs swam and was carried on shore-ward, to where a dozen fishermen were on the look-out with ropes, one of whom ran in from the sands to the coxswain's help, and dragged him in to safety; but, in spite of all his efforts, the Skipper was insensible.
"You can go, both of you, but don't go far away. I shall want to see all I can of you to-day." Bob felt more uncomfortable still, as he reached the door, but, before he was outside, the Captain called him back. "I suppose you would like to have Jeffs to help you this afternoon?" he said quietly. "Ye es, please, Papa," said the boy. "Very well. Fetch me those two parcels he brought."
Then lighter still, and floated slowly eastward after the boats, leaving the "Flash" quite clear, with the breaking waves sparkling in the sun. In another five minutes, there was the shore, not a quarter of a mile away, with a broad beach of sand beneath the towering granite cliffs. "Ah!" cried the Captain; "you can swim that, Jeffs?" "I think so, sir."
Goldsmith took up residence in the Temple in the spring of the year 1764, in a very shabby set of rooms, which he shared with Jeffs, the butler of the society. Here Dr. Johnson visited him, says Mr. Forster, "and on prying and peering about in them after his short-sighted fashion, flattening his face against every object be looked at, Goldsmith's uneasy sense of their deficiencies broke out.
He soon roused, to stand with Jeffs, watching his father, lashed to the bright brass handrail on the bridge. "Get a boat, Jack; oh, get a boat," cried the boy. "You be a man and listen, youngster," cried the coxswain tenderly, but firmly. "Hear what I says, and act like a man.
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