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But he is not smoking tranquilly, as is his wont, but in short, quick puffs, while the expression on his features, habitually firm, tells of troubled thought. "What are you gazing at, Chips?" questions Captain Gancy, who has noticed his uneasy look. "At that glasheer, Captin'. The big 'un derect in front of us." "Well, what of it?"
He was absent but a moment, and then bore upward into the air a large fish. John's shot took him on the wing, and he dropped dead, his claws yet grasping the fish, on the water's edge. "Ruther harnsum than otherwise!" exclaimed Micah. "You've got your dinner, Captin'". And he put the canoe rapidly towards the river-bank, to pick up the game.
At first silent, he would presently shift his pipe to the corner of his mouth and spin them yarns of the early days, told with a queer, dry humour that kept his hearers in a simmer of laughter. It was always a matter of regret to poor "Captin" that he used to be the one to end the telling, since no story on earth could keep him, after a while, from nodding off to sleep.
John viewed the scenes through which they glided with eager eye. Micah's countenance expressed intense satisfaction. He sat bolt upright in the stern of the canoe, steering with his paddle, his keen bullet eyes dancing from side to side examining every object as they passed along. Both were silent. At length, Micah exclaimed, "Well, Captin', this is the pootiest way of livin' I know on, any heow.
Clancy that is making all the trouble." "Oh, for the love of God, hear him, now, whin the man was tearin' the hair o' me this minute! Oh, howld him, men! Shure 'tis Captain Rayner wud niver let him go." "What's the matter, Mrs. Clancy?" spoke a quick, stern voice, and Rayner, with face white as a sheet, suddenly stood in their midst. "Oh, God be praised, it's here ye are, captin!
Ruin had seemed so sure that they scarcely trusted the evidence of their senses. They dared not even think they had been saved from so much misery. For a time, not a word was uttered, not a muscle moved. Mr. Mummychog was the first to-recover his voice. "'Tis a maracle! and nuthin' else", he exclaimed, "and we've jest got to thank Captin' Norton for it.
He looked at the dripping Englishman earnestly and sternly for a few moments, and the slightest tinge of a smile lighted his grave countenance as he said in broken, but sufficiently fluent English "The captin do want you to repeat vat you have say on deck." Lancey repeated it, with a considerable number of additions, but no variations.
"And yit, Captin, it sames to me," observed Lieutenant Murphy, in allusion to the remark of Blessington rather than in reply to the last speaker, "it sames to me, I say, that promotion in ony way is all fair and honourable in times of hardship like thase; and though we may drop a tare over our suparior when the luck of war, in the shape of a tommyhawk, knocks him over, still there can be no rason why we shouldn't stip into his shoes the viry nixt instant; and it's that, we all know, that we fight for.
Such an arrangement would doubtless be of great service to me. I should be exceedingly grateful for it". Micah, who had been hitherto a quiet listener to the colloquy, now gave a short, violent cough, and said, "Captin', it's kinder queer I should happen to hev an arrand reound to Fredericton to-morrow.
"It's my belafe we should have bate them off, if it hadn't been for that thafe of the world, Routh, and the other villains. By the powers! if I ever get the chance, I'll make him repint his treachery; but as you have escaped, captin dear, the rest matthers but little to my mind in comparison."
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