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Poor Lily had nearly fainted, and if Cyd had been shot himself, he could hardly have made a stronger demonstration. Quin uttered many pious ejaculations, showing that he had, from his heart, forgiven this man, who, an hour before, had thirsted for his blood. Dan, though not less impressed than his companions, was calm and resolute. "This body may betray us," said he. "We must sink it in the lake."
How dare you think such a thing!" replied Dan, sternly; for he was vexed enough to pitch Cyd overboard for indulging in such a suspicion. "Mossifus! Dat's jus de way dis chile was." "Silence! She has fainted. She is better now. See! She is opening her eyes."
Then Cyd shall have the first watch the third night, and Quin the second, and I will get breakfast. That makes a fair division, I think." "Dat's all right," added Quin. "Those who sleep but four hours in the night can sleep during the day, if they wish." "Yes, when de wuck's done," said Quin. "We shall not have much work to do after we get settled," replied Dan.
"Dis chile ain't a coward," answered Cyd, rising from his seat. "Sit down, and mind your helm then!" "Give me de gun, and I'll show you Cyd ain't no coward, no how." "You never fired a gun in your life. You would be more likely to shoot yourself than any body else. Mind your helm; that's all we want of you." "Possifus!
It was not with him as it would have been with one of the crew with Cyd, for instance, who had been whipped half a dozen times without taking it very sorely to heart.
With the high water in April, Dan and Cyd went to work, in the most vigorous manner, to prepare the Isabel for the uncertain sea voyage which was before her. After a month of hard labor she was rigged, the sails bent, her water casks filled, a supply of fuel put in the fore hold, and the remaining stores conveniently stowed for the cruise.
But Mr. Presby continued to do a great many kind deeds for "Possifus," which were duly appreciated. When Dan was twenty-one, he and Cyd had saved a considerable sum of money; and the Isabel having become rather shaky from old age, they proposed to procure another boat, and establish themselves at the city. With the aid of Mr. Presby, they built a yacht of forty tons, which was called the "Lily."
Cyd leaped from his couch as the imperative tones of Dan reached his ears, fully believing that the enemy, for whom they had been so patiently preparing, was upon them. Seizing a gun which lay upon the table, he rushed aft, ready to do his share in the impending battle. "Wha wha whar's de nigger-hunters?" demanded he, furiously.
By this time Dandy had cast loose the sails, and together they manned the halyards, and hoisted the mainsail. It was large, and the fresh breeze caused it to flap and beat with a fearful noise, which added not a little to the excitement of the skipper. "Stand by the moorings, Cyd, and have your jib halyards ready!" said Dandy, as he took his place at the tiller. "Hossifus! I'm dar, Massa Dandy."
Lily was placed at the helm, with instructions how to steer, and Dan and Cyd, with a great deal of difficulty, removed the wounded planter to the cabin. But he had lost so much blood that he fainted as soon as they had placed him upon the bunk. Cyd then took his place at the helm; and while Lily bathed the head of the patient with lavender, Dan examined his wound.
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