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I turned a couple of tricks afore ever I crossed yer bows, lay to that. I ain't the dog of a sailor ye take me for. I was a gent once, and I'll be a gent again, and no thanks to ye, Thirkle. It don't take no brains to spend a guinea at a time, even if a man knows he has a house full of 'em, and I can be respectable, too, and take my drink alone in my own house." "I'll grant ye are no fool, Bucky.

Thirkle and ye can have yer votes if ye want; but I'm boss, and I'll drill the two of ye." "Ye ain't goin' to fight, be ye Bucky?" "I'll put all hands under ground that's what, if ye don't turn to; and there's too much gammin' and gabbin' here to suit me, I'd have ye know."

There's no telling what he might do in there if you have guns and knives on ye. Pass 'em over, Reddy, or he'll do for us yet." Petrak gave up his weapons joyfully, not realizing that he was being disarmed for the very purpose I had warned him about Thirkle was getting ready to finish his job in earnest. "Now get along and dump the last of it in there, and move navy style or we'll be here at dark.

If I let the rope tighten between me and Petrak, Thirkle prodded me with the point of a knife, and, as I was faint with hunger and thirst, and utterly worn out, I frequently stumbled and fell, when they both set upon me and beat me to my feet. Petrak pulling me up with the rope, while Thirkle scourged me with a leather thong.

It seemed an unfair advantage, and nothing better than the act of an assassin; but I reasoned that Thirkle or Buckrow would have little mercy on me if I fell into their power. So I arose cautiously, and, parting the grass before me, reached for my pistol. "So Jim's done for, ye say," said Buckrow. "Good job ye made of it coming back this way, and good job for me ye did, and the worse for Thirkle."

They struck the remnant of the storm-apron and rattled to the fore-deck, some of the glittering disks pelting Thirkle, who was halfway up the ladder. Petrak threw out his hand to catch the coins, and I saw that his wrists were still encircled by steel bands. Thirkle reprimanded them, and Petrak went back to the wheel, and Buckrow and Long Jim hoisted the sack into the boat and stowed it.

I longed for action, but, with both Captain Riggs and Thirkle and his men against me, it looked as if I would have little chance, no matter which side was victorious in the battle that was being fought for the ship.

I had made a fine mess of my scouting trip, but found some excuse for myself in the fact that I did right in following Long Jim and Petrak, and had a good reason to believe that they were going to the pirate camp. I tried to reason out the significance of the three shots I had heard. They might mean that Captain Riggs had fired on Thirkle, or that Thirkle had fired on him.

Remember Caldish? Wanted to say his prayers. Quick and neat it was, and no mess." "If he helps with the boats, how about a tow out at the end of a painter, Thirkle? He'll make good shark bait, only some skinny." "That would do for him nicely, Reddy. We'll let him push the boat well out, and, when he has her clear, pull away and give him plenty of line.

Come on down," pleaded Thirkle in a constrained voice like a man in pain. "I done for Buckrow, but I hurt my ribs. Why don't ye come down? I can't navigate this way I'm hurt." "Who was my mate in the Jennie Lee?" demanded Riggs. "Tell me that, Mr. Harris, and I'll come down, and not before." "We'll have to go up and get him," whispered Thirkle. "He's too wise an old crab to be caught that way.