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I had always hoped for something better in the way of burglars. I hope you won't be offended but really, you know, you don't look DESPERATE enough." "It's our first offence," said Mr. Daddles. "That's what I thought," said the stranger heartily, "but I didn't like to say so, for fear of hurting your feelings. Cheer up, you'll improve as time goes on." "Have you been here long?" I asked.
"Why certainly, Foxy-woxy," said Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles, Goosey-poosey, and Turkey-lurkey. So Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, Ducky- daddles, Goosey-poosey, Turkey-lurkey, and Foxy-woxy all went to tell the king the sky was a-falling. So they went along, and they went along, and they went along, till they came to a narrow and dark hole. Now this was the door of Foxy-woxy's cave.
A peanut-stand, sheltered by an umbrella, stood in the middle of the square, and toward this we made our way. An aged Italian sat behind it, reading a newspaper. He sold us peanuts, and exchanged facetious remarks with Mr. Daddles. As we left the peanut man, we heard a far-off shouting. Down the street came a tall, thin man, ringing a great dinner-bell. He was very lame and made slow progress.
Then the banjo- man, saying "the hour has came!" opened his door again, and stole softly upstairs. Half way up he turned and came back for a match. Mr. Daddles gave him one, and he vanished with it. He was gone a long while, and we began to be in despair, thinking that he couldn't find the keys, or perhaps that he had gone away without troubling himself any more about us.
The three of us ran down the hill, pulling off our clothes as we ran. Mr. Daddles lingered for a while, but presently joined us, and we all had a swim. After we had dressed we walked around the island, keeping near the water. Everywhere there were signs of digging, but no signs of treasure. We were in no hurry, so we strolled along, on the watch for anything we might discover.
"That's so," I agreed. I came and sat down with the Captain and Ed Mason in the cock-pit. "I always think of a pirate as a man with a black beard, and " "A red sash around his waist," put in Ed Mason. "All stuck full of pistols and things," added Jimmy. "Guess that kind has all died off," said the Captain. "All except Black Pedro," remarked Mr. Daddles. "Never heard of HIM." "Never HEARD of him?"
'Pray haven't you heard of a jolly young coal-heaver Who down at Hungerford used for to ply "A leetle leggy? p'r'aps, Barnabas, and yet ha!" 'His daddles he used with such skill and dexterity, Winning each mill, sir, and blacking each eye "His cannons'll never trouble him, Barnabas, come rough or smooth, and you didn't say a word too much in your letter.
"What beats me," he went on, "is where you picked up a yarn like that, for you haint follered the sea very much, I take it?" "Not very much," said Mr. Daddles. "Not that yer troubles with that there canoe proves anything," returned the skipper, "for foolisher things was never invented. I wouldn't git into one of 'em not if you was to give me a thousand dollars. No, sir."
"Here goes the chocolate," said Mr. Daddles, tossing it overboard, "once it might have saved my life, but I don't care for it now. Chocolate flavored with salt-water is pretty poor stuff." Then he commenced turning over his clothes, which were spread out in the sun on top of the cabin. "What made yer say p'r'aps this feller named Kidd was a relation of the pirate?" asked Captain Bannister.
Instead, I looked into the face of a big man, with a long beard. He had a pitchfork in his other hand. Two other men had Mr. Daddles by the arms, and some others were holding Ed and Jimmy. There seemed to be quite a big crowd of people on that veranda. The man with the pitchfork bent down and squinted in at the window, still holding me tight by the arm. "Any more on ye comin' out?" he inquired.
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