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"Yes, yes, I know," cried Carey, indignantly; "and cry `wolf! wolf! But do you think " "He's been gammoning on us, sir," said Bostock to the doctor. "I haven't! I wouldn't play such a trick," cried Carey, indignantly. "There was a great crocodile that looked five-and-twenty or thirty feet long lying close to the water when I signed to you both to come. It wasn't twenty feet away."
"Morning, sir. What do you make o' the young skipper?" "Sleeping still," said the doctor; "a beautiful, restful sleep, without a trace of fever." "Hooroar for that, sir. Best thing for him, aren't it?" "Yes, so long as we keep up his strength." "We, sir? You mean you." "I mean we, Bostock, for you will help." "All right, sir, ready and willin'."
Then he seemed to run amok among a number of imaginary people, pulling out his boomerang, pretending to cock it, and shooting in all directions, ending by making a furious rush at Bostock, making believe to drag him to the hatchway, where he took out his club, struck one tremendous blow and clapped down the trap-door.
Mallam had begun muttering hoarse threats again, and at last startled all into preparation for action by firing three times, each shot striking some place on the upper part of the staircase, and once shivering some glass. Then he became quiet again, and it seemed directly after that Bostock said: "The blacks' fire's out, sir, and the stars are beginning to get whitish.
"They seemed to think the beans was some kind o' worms or grubs, sir, and when it come to the capsicums, the chaps as got 'em rolled themselves on the deck with delight, and all the rest wanted 'em too. But I didn't stop long; I was off, and they took no more notice o' me till I began cooking, when they stood about to grin and smell. I got 'em, though," said Bostock, mysteriously. "Got what?"
Bostock was a learned and virtuous man, an old friend of Mr. Herbert's, and then his Curate to the Church of Fulston, which is a mile from Bemerton, to which Church Bemerton is but a Chapel of Ease. And this Mr. Bostock did also constantly supply the Church-service for Mr. Herbert in that Chapel, when the Music-meeting at Salisbury caused his absence from it.
He is somehow injured and lying at the bottom of the cabin stairs groaning. I am dreadfully weak and faint, but I managed to stop the bleeding." "Three cheers for that," said Bostock, softly. "This is bad noos, Master Carey, but there's a deal o' good in it, though; now, aren't there?" "Good?" cried Carey, with a look of horror. "Yes, sir, good," said the old sailor, stolidly.
"No brokum," he said, and the black laughed, caught hold of Bostock's loose neckerchief, slipped it off, and tied it round the injured place, laughing and nodding as he turned the old sailor round and pointed out the bandage to Carey. "Big Dan hit um," he said. "That's right, sonny," cried Bostock, laughing. "I say.
We have the money and the enterprise, and I have the experience; what we want is a cheap, smart boat, a good captain, and an introduction to some house that will give us credit for the trade." "Well, I'll tell you," said Captain Bostock. "I have seen men like you baked and eaten, and complained of afterwards. Some was tough, and some hadn't no flaviour," he added grimly.
Carey was not long in communicating to the doctor all he had heard from Bostock, and his words revived his companion wonderfully. "Capital!" he said. "The fact of our being unarmed and this scoundrel keeping all the weapons out of our reach half maddened me." "Yes, wasn't it horrid?" said Carey.
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