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"And what's more," he went on, "there ain't any blood on the edge of the hatch cover." "No, there wouldn't be," muttered Tyke, "for the deck was washed down this morning, of course." "Do you own a pistol, Drew?" asked Captain Hamilton, after a painful pause. "Yes," admitted the accused man. "I have an automatic. It's in my stateroom now. But I haven't carried it since I came on board the ship.
"Tell him that I'm going to raise his salary, an' he'll feel so good about that that he won't waste much time thinking about us and our plans." The recipe worked as Tyke had predicted, and after the first expressions of surprise, Winters speedily became engrossed in his added responsibilities and the increase in his pay, leaving Drew untroubled by prying questions.
"Well, don't that beat the Dutch!" cried Tyke delightedly. "Now if I was superstitious" he stared truculently at the suspicious working of Drew's mouth "I'd be sure there was something in this that wasn't natural. We want to look into the box, an' it busts open in front of us. We want to read that Spanish lingo, an' you know how to do it.
It's a sair hert ye hae as weel as me i' yer body this nicht; and we maun beir ane anither's burdens! The dauty may lie as we hae laid her, the nicht throuw, and naething said: there's little to be dene for her; she's a bonny clean corp as ever was, and may weel lie a week afore we put her awa'! There's no need for ony to watch her; tyke nor baudrins 'ill never come near her.
Janey 's 'stiffcut' said she was 100 in everything, deportment an' all." At one house something white slips down the staircase to where a good view can be had through the half-open parlor door. It pauses when a step cracks loudly in the stillness. The parlor door is slammed to. "D' you think he saw?" "I don't know. I'm afraid so. Little tyke!" Something white creeps back and crawls into bed.
"You can see from the way he went at me what a savage temper he's got," he said. "He'd 've killed me if he could 've. And if he'd do that to me for what I said, what would 've stopped his doin' it to a man who had already hit him?" "That'll do, Mr. Ditty!" snapped the captain again. Tyke left no doubt as to where he stood.
So I guess old Tyke won't be Johnny-on-the-spot when you dig up them doubloons." "Don't worry about that," protested Drew. "The only important thing now is that you should get well. The treasure can wait. We'll postpone the trip until you get ready to go." "No you won't!" declared Tyke energetically. "You'll do nothing of the kind!
"'Ave you got yer wills made out, you lads? You're a-go'n' to see a scrap presently, an' it ain't a-go'n' to be no flea-bite, I give you my word!" "Right you are, sergeant! I'm leavin' me razor to 'is Majesty. 'Ope 'e'll tyke the 'int." "Strike me pink, sergeant! You gettin' cold feet?" "Less sing 'im, 'I want to go 'ome. Get 'im to cryin' like a baby." "W'ere's yer mouth-organ, Ginger?"
"Except doubloons," she reminded him. "Don't be ungrateful." Tyke came in and sat patting Drew's hand, too deeply moved at first to trust himself to speak. The captain, too, was a visitor, confidently attributing the salvation of the party to Drew's pluck and daring.
"Dinna ca' ill names," she returned: "my dog wad tak it waur to be ca'd an ill faured tyke, nor to hae fish flung in his face. Lat's see what's i' yer basket, I say." As she spoke, she laid her hand on the basket, but Malcolm drew back, and turned away towards the gate. "Lord safe us!" she cried, with a yelling laugh; "ye're no feared at an auld wife like me?"
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