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Mr Tomkins tasted; but, like the lieutenant, he had made it very stiff; and, as he had also taken largely before, he was, like him, not quite so clear in his discrimination. "It has a queer twang, sir: Smith, what is it?" Smith took up his glass, tasted the contents. "Salt-water," drawled the midshipman. "Salt-water! So it is by heavens!" cried Mr Appleboy. "Salt as Lot's wife!
The bay shimmered in the broiling August sun and from a distant grove came the rattle and wheeze of locusts. Throggs Neck blazed in silence, and utterly silent was the house of Appleboy. With an air of bravado, but with a slightly accelerated heartbeat, Tunnygate thrust himself through the hole in the hedge and looked scornfully about the Appleboy lawn. A fierce rage worked through his veins.
By all that's infamous!" cried the master's mate. "Salt-water, sir!" cried Jem in a fright, expecting a salt eel for supper. "Yes, sir," replied Mr Appleboy, tossing the contents of the tumbler in the boy's face, "salt-water. Very well, sir, very well!" "It warn't me, sir," replied the boy, making up a piteous look. "No, sir, but you said the cook was sober."
'Salt as Lot's wife! by all that's infamous! cried the master's mate. 'Salt water, sir! cried Jem in a fright, expecting a salt eel for supper. 'Yes, sir, replied Mr. Appleboy, tossing the contents of the tumbler in the boy's face, 'salt water. Very well, sir very well! 'It warn't me, sir, replied the boy, making up a piteous look. 'No, sir, but you said the cook was sober.
"Gentlemen! Gentlemen!" expostulated the judge firmly. "Take your seats or I shall declare a mistrial. Go on, Mr. Tutt. Call your next witness." "Mrs. Appleboy," called out Tutt, "will you kindly take the chair?" And that good lady, looking as if all her adipose existence had been devoted to the production of the sort of pies that mother used to make, placidly made her way to the witness stand.
Appleboy, a hatred that waxed all the more virulent on account of its object's innocently obstinate refusal to comprehend or recognize it. Indeed Mrs. Tunnygate found it so difficult to rouse Mrs. Appleboy into a state of belligerency sufficiently interesting that she soon transferred her energies to the more worthy task of making Appleboy's life a burden to him.
It was as naught to them that she testified to the outrageous illegality of the Appleboys' territorial ambitions, the irascibility of the wife, the violent threats of the husband; or that Mrs. Appleboy had been observed to mail a suspicious letter shortly before the date of the canine assault. They disregarded her.
By the Lord Harry! who would have thought it? I'm at number sixteen! Let me count yes! surely I must have made a mistake. A fact, by Heaven!" continued Mr Appleboy, throwing the chalk down on the table. "Only one more glass, after this that is, if I have counted right I may have seen double." "Yes," drawled Smith. "Well, never mind let's go on with my story.
Mr Appleboy went up to have a look at them, ordered the cutter to be hove to, and then went down to finish his allowance of gin-toddy. At twelve o'clock, the yacht Arrow made the Portland lights, and continued her course, hardly stemming the ebb tide. Day broke, and the horizon was clear.
"You'll keep the middle watch, then, Mr Smith," said Mr Appleboy, who was not a little put out; "and, Mr Tomkins, let me know as soon as it's daylight. Boy, get my bed made. Salt-water, by all that's blue! However, we'll see to that to-morrow morning."
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