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"The last Spanish one I saw was at the sortie from Smerwick: but this is somewhat more prosperous than that." "Get the main and foresail up, Will!" said Amyas, "cut the cable; and we will plume the quarry as we fly." "Spoken like a good falconer. Heaven grant that this big woodcock may carry a good trail inside!" "I'll warrant her for that," said Jack Brimblecombe. "She floats so low."
Wherefore, O Jack! we too have determined, following that ancient and classical example, to fill, as he did, a bowl with the lifeblood of our most heroic selves, and to pledge each other therein, with vows whereat the stars shall tremble in their spheres, and Luna, blushing, veil her silver cheeks. Your blood alone is wanted to fill up the goblet. Sit down, John Brimblecombe, and bare your arm!"
Whereby befell a notable adventure: for John Brimblecombe, casting about in a valiant mind how he should distinguish himself that day, must needs catch up a boat-hook, and claw on to her stern, shouting, "Stay, ye Papists!
"If you will confess," said Brimblecombe, whose heart was melting fast, "confess to the Lord, and He will forgive you. Even at the last moment mercy is open. Is it not, Fray Gerundio?" "It is, senor; it is, my lord," said Gerundio; but the bishop only clasped his hands over his head. "Then I am undone! All my money is stolen! Not a farthing left to buy masses for my poor soul!
He remained so long thus, that the pair became anxious, and went towards him. He was asleep, and breathing quick and heavily. "He will take a fever," said Brimblecombe, "if he sleeps much longer with his head down in the sunshine." "We must wake him gently if we wake him at all." And Cary moved forward to him.
"Don't try to put me off with the same Jesuit's quibble which that false knave Parson Fletcher invented for one of Doughty's men, to drug his conscience withal when he was plotting against his own admiral. No, Jack, I hate one of whom you know; and somehow that hatred of him keeps me from loving any human being. I am in love and charity with no man, Sir John Brimblecombe not even with you!
Which sentiment the Piache much approved, as became his occupation; and once told Brimblecombe pretty sharply, that he was a meddlesome fellow for telling the Indians that the Good Spirit cared for them; "for," quoth he, "if they begin to ask the Good Spirit for what they want, who will bring me cassava and coca for keeping the bad spirit quiet?"
"Ay," says Yeo, "in Satan's livery, and I've no doubt his works are according, trust him for it." "Don't be frightened, Jack," says Cary, backing up Brimblecombe from behind. "It's your business to tackle him, you know. At him boldly, and he'll run." Whereat all the men laughed; and the Piache, who had intended to produce a very solemn impression, hung fire a little.
He called a council of war, or rather a sanitary commission, the next morning; for he was fairly at his wits' end. The doctor talked mere science, or nonscience, about humors, complexions, and animal spirits. Jack Brimblecombe, mere pulpit, about its being the visitation of God. Cary, mere despair, though he jested over it with a smile.
How many have I killed?" "Nineteen, at the least," quoth Cary, "and seven with one back stroke;" and then showed Brimblecombe the captain lying dead, and two arquebusiers, one of which was the fugitive by whom he came to his fall, beside three or four more who were limping away wounded, some of them by their fellows' shot.
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