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Roddy Bitts told a big l " "I never, either!" Roddy almost wailed. "Well, what you want the horn back for?" the terrible Sam demanded. "Well, 'cause I want it. I got a right to want it if I want to, haven't I?" Penrod's face had flushed with indignation. "You look here, Sam," he began hotly. "Didn't you hear Roddy say this was his horn?" "He said it!" Sam declared. "He said it a million times!"
"I can put the skiff out, get the bark's line, haul it back, an' make it fast on the bitts you two skunks has been occupyin' instead of a prison cell." "Hello! There's another county gone Democratic. Your old man must ha' been to sea once an' told you about it. Them bitts won't hold." "I'll make the towline fast to the mainmast." "That'll hold, I admit.
"Nobody says you can," said I rather shortly; for one or two of the hands by the windlass bitts were grinning, as well as Sam Weeks who was standing by, too, and I did not like being made fun of before them. "No one could mistake you for anything else but a Paddy all the world over!"
Should a single frigate be seen, Captain Moubray and his officers resolved to fight their ship and defend their prize to the last. No one thought of resting. Mr Bitts piped his call, until, as Paddy Logan observed, "it seemed mighty curious that he had any wind left in his body." The frigate's crew laboured on, until many were ready to drop with fatigue. All knew that not a moment was to be lost.
"Valuable relic missing," Mr. Schofield read. "It was reported at police headquarters to-day that a 'valuable object had been stolen from the collection of antique musical instruments owned by E. Magsworth Bitts, 724 Central Avenue. The police insist that it must have been an inside job, but Mr.
The caldron had been elevated upon bricks and was not perfectly balanced; and under a heavy impact of the struggling group it lurched and went partly over, pouring forth a Stygian tide which formed a deep pool in the gutter. It was the fate of Master Roderick Bitts, that exclusive and immaculate person, to make his appearance upon the chaotic scene at this juncture.
"The boys have taken all the boats, and left the vessel," replied Bitts. "Left the vessel!" exclaimed Mr. Fluxion. "Were you asleep on deck?" "No, sir. Half a dozen of them hung me by the neck till I was nearly choked to death," pleaded the carpenter. "Where was Cleats?" "I stepped below for half a minute, and they clapped the slide on over me," answered Cleats, very sheepishly.
Finally, he thought that the horn was worth about fifty cents. "I'll do it, Penrod!" he said with decision. Thereupon Penrod shouted aloud, prancing up and down the carriage-house with the horn. Roddy was happy, too, land mingled his voice with Penrod's. "Hi! Hi! Hi!" shouted Roddy Bitts. "I'm goin' to buy me an air-gun down at Fox's hardware store!" And he departed, galloping.
A minute later one of the men in the bow shouted suddenly: "There are boats coming! quick, on deck! pirates! pirates!" Then four or five men down in the forecastle also shouted, ran up on deck, and then, with cries of alarm, ran below again, and then, but quietly this time, joined their comrades, who were crouching as closely together as possible forward of the bitts.
This we at once took, securing the end to the windlass bitts, when the schooner filled away, with the lugger in tow, and stood after the Indiaman, which was by this time a couple of miles to windward of us, heading to the northward on an easy bowline, on the starboard tack.
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