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Mudge and I made the attempt, telling Tom to steer; but after a few strokes I could row no more, and nearly let my oar slip before I could get it inboard. "We must wait for a breeze," said Mudge, "which will come some time or other; it is our only hope." For some time he was silent.
It was not till then that Mudge could see the swimmer, who had already made considerable progress towards the shore. I jumped into the rigging to watch him. Should he once land, and get in among the thick trees, he might effect his purpose. Possibly he expected to find friends to assist him. He was still some way ahead of the boat, when I caught a momentary glimpse of the dark fin of a shark.
Mudge and his companions at the other end of the island. "Oi, oi!" wailed Ikey Rosenmeyer, meeting the older boys. "Such a time! I swallowed enough salt water to make me a pickled herring yet!" Ikey could not get away from memories of the delicatessen shop. "By St.
"No, no, Mr Godfrey; if there is danger, it is not you should run it, as it would be a sad thing if you were to be lost as well as your brother and sister," exclaimed Paddy Doyle. "If Mr Mudge will give me leave, I'll be the first to go; and if I get safe down I'll shout out, and you can follow." "Doyle is right," said Mudge; "let him go first."
"Cheer up, Godfrey!" exclaimed Mudge, after I had been silent for some time; "I'll sing you a song, to show you that I am still in good heart, as you ought to be;" and he began trolling forth a sea-ditty which he had often sung on festive occasions on board the Heroine. He had got through three or four verses, when we were somewhat startled by hearing an English hail.
I should like to get hold of that boy," said Mrs. Mudge, wrathfully, "I should like to shake him up." "Have you any idea who it was?" asked Ben, gravely. "No," said Mrs. Mudge, "I haven't, but I shall try to find out. Whoever it is, he's a scamp." "Very complimentary old lady," thought Ben.
Then there were Nellie Atterbury, and Janet Mudge, and Polly and Mattie Dexter; there certainly was no lack of active young teachers for the Sunday-school, and Phebe was well content to remain passively aside, as of old. But, as Mrs. Lane remarked, there were no drones allowed in Mr.
Perhaps it was the wonder of whether Lord Rye wished to marry her that made her guest, with thoughts straying to that quarter, quite determine that some other nuptials also should take place at Saint Julian's. Mr. Mudge was still an attendant at his Wesleyan chapel, but this was the least of her worries it had never even vexed her enough for her to so much as name it to Mrs. Jordan. Mr.
"Ask any question that occurs to you: my time is at your disposal as long as I am here." Symes shook his hand heartily in a strong western grip. "Great pleasure to converse with a gentleman again, I assure you." Symes and Mudge looked at each other when the door had closed upon his back. "Tractable as a kitten!" exclaimed Symes, beaming. "Think so?" Mudge did not seem greatly elated.
A gentle breeze blew from the eastward; I had just consciousness enough to be aware of that to see honest Mudge sitting near me, and constantly looking about him. What length of time had passed I know not, when I heard him shout, "A sail, boys! a sail! we shall be saved!"
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