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Yet they're for taxing you for dues for a harbour." "Go ahead, Capt'n," said one of the fishermen; "there's five hundred men here to back you up through thick and thin." Pete posted his brown paper parcel as stealthily as he had posted his letter, and left Port St. Mary the same night for Douglas. The roads were thick with coaches, choked full with pleasure-seekers from Port Erin.
"It's mighty thankful I am to ye, capt'n; an' we'll be afther seeing about the baggage, and getting all things ready for the march." Molly came in after Tim, and frequently applied her apron to her eyes, as my father went on to describe his plans. She was distressed at hearing of the illness of Master Nicholas, as she called my uncle, and at the thought of our going away.
I've heard say that there are Indians, rattlesnakes, and panthers, and all sorts of wild beasts out in them parts, an' he'll be wantin' a steady man to be at hand to help him; and sure Tim Flanagan's the right person to be following his masther's son. So just say the word, capt'n dear, an' I'll be ready to march the moment I get the route."
Garth, who rode along moodily enough in front of them, "did this Ray ever brag to you of what he did as captain in the army?" "What was he? Capt'n? I never heard on't," growled the blacksmith. "Brag pshaw! He's hardly the man for that," said Constable Jonathan. "I mind they crack't of his saving the life of old Wilson," said Mr. Garth, growling again.
He sold his boat and satisfied everybody, but fell, nevertheless, to the position of a person of no credit and little consequence. On the lips of the people he descended from "Capt'n Pete" to Peter Bridget. When he saluted the rich with "How do!" they replied with a stare, a lift of the chin, and "You've the odds of me, my good man."
Then he laid his big hand on the young man's shoulder and swung him aside as if he had been turning a swivel. "What going doing?" he asked. The young man faltered something. Sorry to intrude Capt'n Quilliam's trouble. "What trouble?" said Pete. "Need I say the lamented I mean distressing in fact, the mysterious disappearance " "What disappearance?" said Pete, with an air of amazement.
Pete brought to, leapt ashore, and went up to where John, at the end of the jetty, surrounded by a crowd of buyers in little spring-carts, was taking bids for the fish. "One moment, Capt'n," he cried, across his outstretched arm, at the end whereof was a herring with gills still opening and closing. "Ten maise of this sort for the last lot, well fed, alive and kicking how much for them?
"'Hould my harse, sez the Capt'n to his man, an' wid that he gets down wid the whip an' lays into Jungi, just mad wid rage an' swearin' like the scutt he was. "I thought, afther a while, he wud kill the man, so I sez: 'Stop, sorr, or you'll murdher him! That dhrew all his fire on me, an' he cursed me into Blazes, an' out again.
"There's a hole in your pocket, Capt'n; stop it up with your fist, man," said Liza she was a gombeen woman, and when she got a penny in her hand it was a prisoner for life. "Chut! woman," said Pete, "what's the good book say ing? 'Riches have wings; let the birds fly then," and off he went, reeling and tottering, and laughing his formidable laugh. Pete grew merry.
The hackman had driven them before, and recognized them with evident pleasure mingled with surprise. "Glad to see you back again, capt'n," he remarked, addressing the younger of his two passengers; "but it's kind of unexpected, isn't it? I understood you'd gone to join your ship, expecting to sail directly for foreign parts."
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