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"What sort of 'andle was it, Matey?" said a small white-faced sniffing boy in a big bowler hat. I supplied the information. His sharp little face scrutinised the ground about us. "GOT it," he said, and pounced. "Give it 'ere," said the big boy hoarsely, and secured it.
What was worse, Matey examined these two, in the interests of fair play, as if he doubted. Little Emile Grenat set matters right with his boast to vindicate his country against double the number, and Matey praised him, though he knew Emile had been floored without effort by the extension of a single fist.
But the girl had her answer: she declared they were one and the same, affirmed that the years between were a bad night's dream, that her heart had been faithful, that he who conjures visions of romance in a young girl's bosom must always have her heart, as a crisis will reveal it to her. She had the volubility of the mettled Browny of old, and was lectured. When she insisted on shouting 'Matey!
A fair fight an' no favour's all right; but I'm not on in this blooming execution act, thank you. Edward R. I. will have to pass me, I can see." "Well, 'e won't lose much, matey, when all's said. But you're English, anyway; that seems a pity. Why don't yer run 'ome ter yer ma, eh?" "Go it, old sport. You're a blue-blooded Tory; an Imperialist, aren't you?"
"Hello, boss," spoke an approaching voice as Dave got up to return to the plant. He observed a man he had noticed on a bench directly opposite to the one he had occupied sidling towards him. The fellow was ragged and trampish looking. There was a queer leer in his face and his eyes were fixed on the coat Dave wore. "Well, what is it?" inquired Dave. "Excuse a question, matey?"
Just then Tom Tully began to sniff very loudly, and turned his head in various directions, his actions somewhat resembling those of a great dog. "What yer up to, matey?" cried Waters. "Ah! I know, sir. He was always a wunner after his grog, and he's trying to make out whether they've landed and buried any kegs of brandy here." "Oh, nonsense!" cried Hilary; "they would not do that.
Well, and how she loves him! She did, but the boys had to be seeing her look at Matey if they were to put the girl on some balanced equality with a fellow she was compelled to love. It seemed to them that he gave, and that she was a creature carried to him, like driftwood along the current of the flood, given, in spite of herself.
In the darkness, with just a thread of moonlight to make patterns upon the black waters and etch out the outline of mast and funnel and hull against the indigo, Cleek recognized that look, and set his mouth grimly. He'd seen it once before, upon that night when this man had stolen into his room and tried to knife him. "Where're you off to, matey? With all your fine secrets?
Neither Matey nor Browny returned to their yoke, and Cuper's boys recollected the couple chiefly on Sundays. They remembered several of Matey's doings and sayings: his running and high leaping, his bowling, a maxim or two of his, and the tight strong fellow he was; also that the damsel's colour distinctly counted for dark. She became nearly black in their minds.
"That's so, matey, and their games are over again. You'll jyne us, won't you?" "I? Join you?" faltered the cook, looking across at me; "here, what are you going to do?" "Let the lads out again. It's their turn now." And just then the men in the forecastle finished a chorus and began to cheer.
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