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Updated: July 22, 2025
The four went out together. The grill room of The Greenbush was empty save for Augustus Buzzby who sat smoking before the dying fire. Old visions were before his eyes one of the office on a June night many years ago; the five friends discussing Champney Googe's prospects; the arrival of Father Honoré and little Aileen Armagh so Luigi had at last given up hope in that direction for good and all.
"'Ow 'orribly 'eavy it is, hain't it?" gasped Mivins, after dancing round the main-hatch till he was nearly exhausted. "Heavy?" cried Buzzby, whose appearance was such that you would have hesitated to say whether his breadth or length was greater, "heavy, d'ye say? It must be your sperrits wot's heavy, then, for I feel as light as a feather myself."
"Wots come o' Dumps and Poker?" enquired Buzzby, as they reached the boat. "Oh, I quite forgot them!" cried Fred; "stay a minute, I'll run up and find them. They can't be far off." For some time Fred searched in vain. At last he bethought him of Meetuck's hut, as being a likely spot, in which to find them.
"Why, Captain, there are some of our men with them," exclaimed Tom Singleton, as he looked through his pocket-glass at them. "So there are I see Buzzby and Grim; come, that's fortunate, for they must have made friends with them, which it is not always easy to do. Hide your muskets, men, but keep on your cutlasses; it's as well to be prepared, though I don't expect to find those people troublesome.
Buzzby, on being brought thus unexpectedly within reach of the ball, braced up his energies for a kick; but seeing O'Riley coming down towards him like a runaway locomotive, he pulled up, saying quietly to himself, "Ye may take it all yer own way, lad; I'm too old a bird to go for to make my carcass a buffer for a madcap like you to run agin." Jack Mivins, however, was troubled by no such qualms.
"As you please, Buzzby, only make it a cigar; and consider yourself included in the spirit if not in the flesh. Nine sharp." At a quarter of nine, just as Augustus finished putting the last touch to an already perfect table, the Colonel made his appearance at The Greenbush, a pasteboard box containing a dozen boutonnières under his arm.
Neither party saw the other, for one approached from the east, the other from the west, and the ice-belt, on the point of which the woman stood, rose up between them. "Hallo! what's yon?" exclaimed Peter Grim, who was first to observe the woman. "Dun'no'," said Buzzby, halting; "it looks like a bear." "Faix an' it is, then, it's got a young wan on its back," cried O'Riley.
Thompson, let the gunner double-shot the four big guns, and load the little carronade with musket-balls to the muzzle. If they do try to board us, they'll get a warm reception." "There goes a shot, sir," said Buzzby, pointing towards the piratical schooner, from the side of which a white cloud burst, and a round shot ricochetted over the sea, passing close ahead of the ship.
"Get up some powder and canisters, Mr Bolton," he exclaimed, one morning after breakfast; "I'll try what can be done by blasting the ice. The highest spring tide will occur to-morrow, and if the ship don't move then we shall " He did not finish the sentence, but turned on his heel, and walked forward, where he found Buzzby and some of the men preparing the ice-saws.
Saunders said this in a dogged tone, and immediately put his plan in force by crossing his arms and planting his feet firmly on the submerged ice and wide apart. Buzzby and Green, however, adopted the wiser plan of moving constantly about within a small circle, and after Saunders had argued for half-an-hour as to the advantages of his plan, he followed their example.
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