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Stubbs now looked up as if he had just been awakened by Toby's grief, looked around him leisurely as if to see what could be the matter, and then, apparently seeing for the first time the crumbs that were lying around on the ground, took up some and examined them intently.
"'There he is! cried Willis, interrupting himself, and staring into the air. "Who?" inquired Jack "Phil Doolan?" "No Bill Stubbs, late of the Nelson." "Where?" "That squat, broad-shouldered man there, bracing the maintops." "Yes, now that you point him out, I think I have seen him before," said Fritz. "Holloa, Bill," cried Jack. "You see," said Willis, "he turned his head."
Forty men swarmed over him. Once within the palace walls, Wilson and Stubbs found their hands full. They realized as they charged through the outer guardroom and down the dark, oak-furnished hall that this gang at their heels would be difficult to control within the intricate mazes of this old building.
No, it wasn't a man, either. It was a giant." "Is that so, Mr. Stubbs?" asked Chester in well-feigned surprise. "And where were the rest of us all that time?" "Where where were you?" echoed Stubbs. "You were right here, that's where you were. You mean to tell me you didn't hear me call for help?" "You don't say," said Hal. "Why didn't you call aloud, Mr. Stubbs?" Stubbs sputtered angrily.
Stubbs came to them, pulling doubtfully at the Newgate fringe that ran bristling under his chin, with a look of deep suspicion in his small, ferrety, red-rimmed eyes. Even when he learned that they had come on business, his face did not brighten till the Terror incidentally dropped a sovereign on the floor and talked of cash payments.
Even if he did mistake a pack of yaller dogs fer men, don't ye think he doesn't know how to handle yaller dogs. But I s'pose ye are jus' as good to shoot at as better. Now I gut ye aboard this craft me, Stubbs," he pointed to his breast with a thick forefinger, "an' ye're goneter earn yer grub afore ye're done." "Shanghaied we was shanghaied," ventured Splinter. "You was, was ye?
He was thin, with a blue nose, and wore a green uniform like the rest: only his carriage proved him a man of authority. This Captain Stubbs listened, you may be sure, with a bright'ning eye to the sergeant's story; and at the close fix'd an inquisitive gaze on the pair of us, turning the King's letter over and over in his hands. "How came this in your possession?" he ask'd at length.
"And," added Jack, "whilst we were under protection of the American flag, Willis fell in with a certain Bill Stubbs, who was shot in the fight and died of his wounds. This trifling accident did not, however, prevent Willis falling in with him alive in Havre." "You still seem to delight in paradoxes, Master Jack," said the captain.
He was one of the last to retain, in all its rigour, the peculiar dress of the Society of Friends. His stout, broad-set figure, with the wide-brimmed hat, collarless coat, drab "thoses" and gaiters, will be remembered by many readers. The Commercial Bank had offices at the corner of Ann Street and Bennetts Hill. Mr. John Stubbs was an active promoter of this bank, and Mr. James Graham was manager.
Ben Stubbs had hammered off the lock of a huge chest, with a semi-circular top, and was in the act of flinging back the lid, when he stopped short with an exclamation. It was fortunate for him that he paused, for as he did so, the lid, actuated by some hidden mechanism, swung back and a steel arm, tipped with sharp prongs, shot out.
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