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He had just succeeded in extricating his imprisoned leg, and was ready to spring to his feet, when he was caught firmly by the throat, and, looking up, saw a clumsy barbed weapon, commonly known as a hay-fork, within an inch of his breast. "Hold on there! What 'n thunder 'r' y' abaout, y' darned Portagee?" said a voice, with a decided nasal tone in it, but sharp and resolute.

"You don't think they'd leave evidence of that sort for a port doctor to squint at. Remember that Portagee, last voyage, and how he finished?" "Aye, it was hard on the lady, that job was. But he he's a devil, sure. No use standing out against him." "Five years! My God, how have you been able to stand it, Mary?" said Newman. "Five years and most of them spent at sea in this blood ship!"

If we go inard, we're sure to get lost one way or t'other. By keepin' south'ard we may come to some thradin' port av the Portagee." "We'd better start at once, then," suggested the impatient Terence. "No, Masther Terry," said the sailor; "not afore night. We mustn't leave 'eer till it gets dark. We'll 'ave to thravel betwane two days." "What!" simultaneously exclaimed the three midshipmen.

Why, that 'ere Portagee relation o' yourn 'z been tryin' t' ketch a fellah 'n a slippernoose, 'n' got ketched himself, that's all. Y' ha'n't heerd noth'n' abaout it?" "Sit down," said Mr. Dudley Venner, calmly, "and tell me all you have to say." So Abel sat down and gave him an account of the events of the last evening.

He had just succeeded in extricating his imprisoned leg, and was ready to spring to his feet, when he was caught firmly by the throat, and looking up, saw a clumsy barbed weapon, commonly known as a hay fork, within an inch of his breast. "Hold on there! What 'n thunder 'r' y' abaout, y' darned Portagee?" said a voice, with a decided nasal tone in it, but sharp and resolute.

Why, that 'ere Portagee relation o' yourn 'z been tryin' t' ketch a fellah 'n a slippernoose, 'n' got ketched himself, that's all. Y' ha'n't heerd noth'n' abaout it?" "Sit down," said Mr. Dudley Veneer, calmly, "and tell me all you have to say." So Abel sat down and gave him an account of the events of the last evening.

He had just succeeded in extricating his imprisoned leg, and was ready to spring to his feet, when he was caught firmly by the throat, and looking up, saw a clumsy barbed weapon, commonly known as a hay fork, within an inch of his breast. "Hold on there! What 'n thunder 'r' y' abaout, y' darned Portagee?" said a voice, with a decided nasal tone in it, but sharp and resolute.

The old Doctor always waked easily, from long habit, and was the first among those who looked out to see what had happened. "Why, Abel!" he called out, "what have you got there? and what 's all this noise about?" "We've ketched the Portagee!" Abel answered, as laconically as the hero of Lake Erie, in his famous dispatch. "Go in there, you fellah!"

Why, that 'ere Portagee relation o' yourn 'z been tryin' t' ketch a fellah 'n a slippernoose, 'n' got ketched himself, that's all. Y' ha'n't heerd noth'n' abaout it?" "Sit down," said Mr. Dudley Veneer, calmly, "and tell me all you have to say." So Abel sat down and gave him an account of the events of the last evening.

Some said ship-fever, some said mutiny; but when they come to look her over and found there wan't a water-cask aboard of her that hadn't s'runk up and gone to pieces, they settled down on the notion that she was a Spanish or a Cubian slaver, or may be a Portagee, got short o' water in the horse-latitudes; cap'n and crew left her in the boats, and the niggers Lord! it makes a body sick to think o' them.