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The corporal put his hand up to the salute, and Vanslyperken shook his head with a diabolical expression of countenance. "Now where the devil could he come from?" whispered Spurey. Coble shrugged up his shoulders, and Short gave a long whistle expending more breath than usual.
The coble was lifted on to the launching-wheels and run down to the water; then the two men took their places, and the boat stole away northward over the bay. They never carried their fish to any big port, because their boat was so small that it was not worth their while. They always ran back to their own village and sold their catch to the farmers and labourers in their own neighbourhood.
The crew made up their minds that the dog was supernatural; and old Coble told them that he told them so. Mr Vanslyperken made up his mind that Smallbones was supernatural, and the corporal shook his head, and told him that he told him so. The reason why Snarleyyow did not die was simply this, that he did not eat the red-herring.
"Now for a breeze," said Coble, hitching up his trousers. "Yes," replied Short. "For a regular shindy," observed Spurey. "Hell to pay and no pitch hot," added Jemmy, laughing; and they all remained in anxious expectation of the corporal's return.
Snarleyyow, when Smallbones opened the cupboard, appeared to have an intuitive idea that he was trespassing, so he walked out growling from under the table; Short saluted him with a kick in the ribs, which tossed him under the feet of Coble, who gave him a second with his fisherman's boots, and the dog howled, and ran out of the cabin.
Jansen took out his snickerree, looked at Short, and made a motion with the knife, as if passing it across the dog's throat. "No," replied Short. "Let's launch him overboard at night," said one of the men. "But how is one to get the brute out of the cabin?" said Coble; "if it's done at all it must be done by day." Short nodded his head. "A tog is a tog," observed Jansen.
"I believe as how I bees," replied Smallbones. Mr Vanslyperken had now recovered his perfect senses. He had been raised on a chair, and was anxious to be rid of intruders, so he told Short and Coble that he would now do very well, and they might go; upon which, without saying a word, they both quitted the cabin.
"Glad to know you, gentlemen," says this Coble. "I came up to disseminate the tidings that Major Tallahassee Tucker, our general passenger agent, is now negotiating a peachcrate full of our railroad bonds with the Perry County Bank for a loan. My dear Colonel Rockingham, was that chicken gumbo or cracked goobers on the bill of fare in your note?
"And a d d bad un, too," replied Coble, hitching up his trousers. "What's to be done, Short?" "Nothing," replied Short. "Just my idea," replied Coble; "let him come to if he pleases, or die and be d d. Who cares?" "Nobody," replied Short. "My eyes, but he must have been frightened," said Smallbones; "for he has left the key in the cupboard. I'll see what's in it for once and away."
Coble took a quid, and Short thrust the box again into his pocket. In the meantime the waltz continued, and being a favourite dance, there were about fifty couple going round and round the room. Such was the variety in the dress, country, language, and appearance of the parties collected, that you might have imagined it a masquerade.
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