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Here, a hand quick, you lubbers, and fetch the surgeon." Bucklaw was not dead. He had got two ugly wounds and was bleeding heavily, but his heart still beat. Radisson's body was carried on deck, and within half an hour was dropped into the deep.
"No, no, not a single word like accession," replied Bucklaw; "you know too well the risk belonging to these two terrible words, 'art and part." Then, as if to himself, he recited the following lines: "The dial spoke not, but it made shrewd signs, And pointed full upon the stroke of murder. "What is that you are talking to yourself?" said Craigengelt, turning back with some anxiety.
Hayston; it is really no pleasure to lose the very short repose which I had just begun to enjoy, after a night spent in thoughts upon fortune far harder than my couch, Bucklaw." "Pschaw, pshaw!" replied his guest; "get up get up; the hounds are abroad.
"For them, yes; but they might have given us a bad ending." "For the Frenchman, he's got less than was brewing for him, but Bucklaw was a humorous dog." As he said this he stooped to Bucklaw and turned him over, calling to the sailors to clean the red trough and bring the dead men on deck, but presently he cried: "By the devil's tail, the fellow lives!
"Take your life, sir," said the Master of Ravenswood, "and mend it if you can." "It would be but a cobbled piece of work, I fear," said Bucklaw, rising slowly and gathering up his sword, much less disconcerted with the issue of the combat than could have been expected from the impetuosity of his temper. "I thank you for my life, Master," he pursued.
"But if your ale is bad, you can let us have some wine," said Bucklaw, making a grimace at the mention of the pure element which Caleb so earnestly recommended. "Wine!" answered Caleb, undauntedly, "eneugh of wine! It was but twa days syne wae's me for the cause there was as much wine drunk in this house as would have floated a pinnace. There never was lack of wine at Wolf's Crag."
"Well!" replied Bucklaw, "I think I have nothing of Castle-Cuddy about me, or Lucy of Katie Glegg. But you see the thing will go on whether you like it or no; the only question is, will you be useful?" "Useful!" exclaimed the Captain, "and to thee, my lad of lands, my darling boy, whom I would tramp barefooted through the world for!
There is a great man from the Kennebec called William Phips. He has traded in the Indies. Once while he was there he heard of that treasure. Ha! ha! There have been so many fools on that trail. The governor of New York was a fool when Bucklaw played his game; he would have been a greater if he had gone with Bucklaw." Here Iberville would have spoken, but Perrot waved his hand.
Phips was weighing the silver up and down in his hands. "At least three hundred good guineas here!" he said. There was a shuffling behind them, and, as Phips turned, a figure lunged on him, clutched and hugged the silver. It was Bucklaw. "Mine! mine!" he called in a hoarse voice, with great gluttonous eyes. "All mine!" he cried again.
As he descended the outward stair which led from the terrace, he was a second time interrupted by Craigengelt, who, on the part of his principal, the Laird of Bucklaw, expressed a hope that Ravenswood would not leave Scotland within ten days at least, as he had both former and recent civilities for which to express his gratitude.
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