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He removed a short black pipe from his lips as I joined him near the companionway. "Have ye walked from Stromness the day?" he asked. "Ay, lad, but ye'll be tired, I doubt. Come away below to the fire and warm yersel'." And he led the way down the ladder and into a close little cabin, where a rousing wood fire was burning under a good pot of potatoes.
"There are five saved, then," said the boatswain. "Faith, an it's five lost ye'll be maning," said O'Ready; and the state of the sea fully justified his opinion. The crew were furious when they heard of the surreptitious flight, and loaded the fugitives with all the invectives they could lay their tongues to.
Alan in high good humour at the furthering of his schemes, and I in bitter dudgeon at being called a Jacobite and treated like a child. "Alan," I cried, "I can stand no more of this." "Ye'll have to sit it then, Davie," said he. "For if ye upset the pot now, ye may scrape your own life out of the fire, but Alan Breck is a dead man."
"Wait a minute, you," he commanded sharply. "I reckon I've got something to say 'bout this. Put down that axe, Mike, or ye'll never draw another glass o' beer in this camp. You know me, lads, an' I never draw except fer business. Shut your mouth, Lacy; don't touch that gun, you fool! I am in charge here this is my job; and if there is going to be any lynching done, it will be after you get me.
I been watchin' an' waitin' fer ye to right yerself an' get at sumpin; but this mornin', down to th' store, it come over me that ye'll never do it in Bear Valley. "Consequently, Hiram," Uncle Sebastian resumed, "ye've gotta move." Hiram glanced at him with wide-opened eyes. "Move! Where to?" "Out into th' world, Hiram, to strike yer gait. Ye gotta hit th' hard places an' git experience.
He had no desire to encourage a repetition of the railway porter's freedom. "Ye'll no fash yoursel' aboot HIM," continued the girl, without heeding the rebuff. "It's no' the meestreess' wish that he's keepit here in the wing reserved for married folk, and she's no' sorry for the excuse to pit ye in his place.
I told him what had passed between Rankeillor and myself before the house of Shaws. "Well, and so ye will hang!" said he. "Ye'll hang beside James Stewart. There's your fortune told." "I hope better of it yet than that," said I; "but I could never deny there was a risk." "Risk!" says he, and then sat silent again.
Donovan," said Paul, bowing ceremoniously. "Ah, ye'll be afther havin' your joke, Paul," said Mrs. Donovan, good-naturedly. "And how is your health, mum, the day?" "I am well, thank you, Mrs. Donovan," said Mrs. Hoffman. "Sit down to the table, won't you? We're just through dinner, but there's something left." "Thank you, mum, I've jist taken dinner.
"Shure whisht, will yez, or ye'll waken up the gyerruls," said the monarch. "I'll protect yez, if ye'll let me, so I will." "Oh!" said Mrs. Russell, clinging more closely to "His Majesty," "do you hear that?" "What?" "That noise!" "What noise?" "I heard a wow wow whisper!" sobbed the lady. "A whisper nonsinse!" said "His Majesty." "Oh, listen!" said Mrs.
Finally, they were brought to the attention of the authorities indoors, and Della appeared upon the back porch. "Musther Penrod," she called, "y'r mamma says ye'll c'm in the house this minute an' change y'r shoes an' stockin's an' everythun' else ye got on! D'ye hear me?" Penrod, taken by surprise and unpleasantly alarmed, darted away from the tree he was depleting and ran for the stable.
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