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It will help the feet, you understand, but I'm not dependent on it, for I can walk without the paddles at the rate of two or three miles an hour." As he spoke Captain Vane walked quietly into the water, to the wild delight of Benjy, and the amazement of his nephew. When he was about waist-deep the buoy floated him.
You can cease trying, oh, so unsuccessfully, to drag Major Benjy down to your level. That's what you can do." She let these withering observations blight him. "I accept your apologies," she said. "I hope you will do better in the future, Captain Puffin, and I shall look anxiously for signs of improvement.
Tom is carried away by old Benjy, dog-tired and surfeited with pleasure, as the evening comes on and the dancing begins in the booths; and though Willum, and Rachel in her new ribbons, and many another good lad and lass don't come away just yet, but have a good step out, and enjoy it, and get no harm thereby, yet we, being sober folk, will just stroll away up through the churchyard, and by the old yew-tree, and get a quiet dish of tea and a parley with our gossips, as the steady ones of our village do, and so to bed.
Captain Puffin, however, had not sat up late; indeed he must have gone to bed quite unusually early, for his window was dark by half-past nine. To-night, again the position was reversed, and it seemed that Major Benjy was "good" and Captain Puffin was "bad."
"Kin dey tell whar' gold is to be found, massa Alf?" "O yes, they can tell that." "Den it's dis yer chile as wishes," said Butterface with a sigh, "dat he was a jollygist." "Oh! Butterface, you're a jolly goose at all events," said Benjy; "wouldn't it be fun to go and discover a gold mine, and dig up as much as would keep us in happy idleness all the rest of our lives?
"Well, I call it a beastly shame. Why can't father earn a living and give out the washing? He never has a penny to bless himself with." "It isn't his fault, Benjy. He tries hard. I'm sure he often grieves that he's so poor that he can't afford the railway fare to visit you on visiting days. That time he did go he only got the money by selling a work-box I had for a prize.
There were three of them, one for each strip of brass which bound the chest. Then I flung up the lid. No glittering treasure dazzled me. I saw only a surface of stained canvas, tucked in carefully around the edges. This I tore off and flung aside eclipsing poor Benjy, who was a most interested spectator of my strange proceedings. Still no gleam of gold, merely demure rows of plump brown bags.
Seven or eight times it made the attempt, while the boy watched in breathless anxiety, but each time it slipped when half-way up, and fell with a soft heavy thud on the ice below, which caused it to gasp and cough. Then it sat down on its haunches and gazed at its little foe malignantly. "Bah! you brute!" exclaimed Benjy, whose courage was returning, "I'm not a bit afraid of you!"
"Well," replied the Captain, "in that case I would well, let me see a little more of the bubble, Benjy." "Wouldn't you rather some of the squeak?" asked the boy. "Both, lad, both some of everything. Well, as I was saying and you've a right to know what's running in my head, seeing that you have to help me carry out the plans I'll give you a rough notion of 'em."
That's what knocked the senses out o' me, but the blood and brains belong to the bear. I lay no claim to them." "Where is the bear?" asked Alf, looking round. "Where is he?" echoed Benjy, bursting into a wild laugh. "Oh! Massa Benjy, don't laugh," said Butterface solemnly; "you hab no notion wot a awful look you got when you laugh wid sitch a bloody face." This made Benjy laugh more than ever.
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