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At his heels came that scampering mass of ragged door-mat Toozle, who, feeling that a sensation of some kind or other was being got up for his amusement, joined heartily in the shout of delight that burst from the youthful Corrie when he beheld the extraordinary figure in the fireplace.
Jo expressed no desire to become enlightened on this point, but continued to gaze so earnestly that Corrie started up and exclaimed: "What is it, Jo?" "A fut," replied Jo. "A footprint, I declare!" shouted the boy, springing forward and examining the print, which was pretty clearly defined in a little patch of soft sand that lay on the bare rock. "Why, Jo! it's Poopy's.
You know he saved my life, and the lives of two of my friends, and of your own captain, too." "Well, there's no denying that; but he must have been the means of takin' away more lives than what he has saved." "No, he hasn't," cried Corrie, eagerly. "That's it, that's just the point; he has saved more than ever he took away, and he's sorry for what he has done; yet they're going to hang him.
Corrie! Corrie! it's me! me! ME!" with all her might. "Eh! I do believe it knows my name," cried the boy, scrambling to his feet, and preparing to renew his flight; but Bumpus laid his heavy hand on his collar, and held him fast. "Wot did it speak?" "Yes; listen! Oh dear! come, fly!"
But at the end of each period he turned to Corrie for a translation. At length both man and boy became aware of the state of things, and Corrie started up crying: "Let's go into the cave at once." "Hold on, boy," cried Bumpus! We must have a council of war; d'ye see?
"Dun know," replied Jo, very sternly; for the stout mariner also believed in ghosts, as a matter of course, although he would not admit it; and, being a man of iron mold and powerful will, there was at that moment going on within his capacious breast a terrific struggle between natural courage and supernatural cowardice. "Let's go back," whispered Corrie. "I know another pass over the hills.
It is therefore not to be wondered at that this pig went off into the bushes under cover of a series of yells so terrific they might have been heard for miles around. "I'll after him," cried Bumpus, catching up a large stone, and leaping forward a few paces almost as actively as if nothing had happened to him. "Hurrah!" shouted Corrie; "I'll go too." "Hold on," cried Bumpus, stopping suddenly.
The result was, that, with one short wild cry of renewed horror, Bumpus and Corrie turned sharp round and fled in the opposite direction.
Campbell introduced to me after lecture; asked very kindly for Sneyd; many compliments. Mr. Corrie drank tea, after the lecture, at Mr. Moilliet's very agreeable benevolent countenance, most agreeable voice. We liked particularly his enthusiasm for Mr. Watt; he gave a history of his inventions, and instances of Watt's superiority both in invention and magnanimity when in competition with others.
He has not shewn his face on deck since the day he gave up all hope of rescuing you, and has eaten nothing but a biscuit now and then, which he would suffer no one but Corrie to take to him." "Poor Gascoyne, I will go and relieve his mind," said Henry, turning to quit the quarterdeck.
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