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"Why, I let him out," said Miss Rumbolt airily. "Just for a little run. How would you like to be shut up all day?" The sailor was just going to tell her with more fluency than politeness when he was interrupted. "That'll do," said the skipper, who had come behind them. "Go for'ard, you. There's been enough of this fooling; the lady thought you had taken the ship.
At eight o'clock Miss Rumbolt was given the key of the state-room, and the men who were not in the watch went below. The morning broke fine and clear with a light breeze, which, towards mid-day, dropped entirely, and the schooner lay rocking lazily on a sea of glassy smoothness.
Rumbolt appeared, but were promptly quelled by the daughter. "Mother?" she repeated encouragingly, "I thought I'd come on and ask you just to pay a sort o' flying visit to the Thames." "Thank you, I'm comfortable enough where I am," said the girl.
In 1483 the last-named removed to the Rue de la Sorbonne, where the doctors granted to him and his new partner, Berthold Rumbolt of Strassburg, a lease for the term of their lives. They retained their sign of the Soleil d'Or, which long endured as a guarantee of fine printing.
Rumbolt," said he heartily to a stout, red-faced man, who sat smoking in the doorway. "Morning, cap'n, morning," said the red-faced man. "Is the rheumatism any better?" inquired Hezekiah anxiously, as he grasped the other's huge hand. "So, so," said the other. "But it ain't the rheumatism so much what troubles me," he resumed, lowering his voice, and looking round cautiously. "It's Kate."
A Scotch marriage is as good as any, and we'll just lay off and put you ashore, and you can get tied up as right as ninepence." "Marry a coward like that?" demanded Miss Rumbolt, with spirit; "not if I know it. Why, I'd sooner marry that old man at the helm." "Old Bill's got three wives a'ready to my sartin knowledge," spoke up one of the sailors.
"Well, it's as big as that, nearly," said he. The temptation was irresistible, and Miss Rumbolt, telling her father that she should not be long, disappeared into the house in search of her hat and jacket, and ten minutes later the brawny rowers were gazing their fill into her deep blue eyes as she sat in the stern of the boat, and told Lewis to behave himself.
"Nobody'll hurt a hair of her beautiful head," said the mate, with a tender smile. "Then I yield," said the skipper, drawing himself up, and delivering the handspike with the air of a defeated admiral tendering his sword. "Good," said the mate briefly, as one of the men took it. "What!" demanded Miss Rumbolt excitedly, "aren't you going to fight them? Here, give me the handspike."
"What's he standing on one leg for?" The skipper, who really was standing in a somewhat constrained attitude, coloured violently, and planted both feet firmly on the ground. "Being as I was passing close in, Miss Rumbolt," said he, "and coming ashore to see mother" To the captain's discomfort, manifestations of a further attack on the part of Mr.
"What?" said the skipper. "You've heard of a man being henpecked?" continued Mr. Rumbolt, in tones of husky confidence. The captain nodded. "I'm CHICK-PECKED" murmured the other. "What?" inquired the astonished mariner again. "Chick-pecked," repeated Mr. Rumbolt firmly. "CHIK-PEKED. D'ye understand me?"
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