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Grayson'll think you're a-goin' to shoot him." The old man laughed, but the ever-watchful Harley saw that the laugh was not spontaneous. "I 'clar' to gracious," he said, "I clean forgot I had old Deadeye. You see, Mr.
A dog, with the tulle petticoats of a dancer tied around it and a great bow on its neck, made friends with Dick Deadeye, alias Tucker, and joined the group. But, as dusk descended, the crowd gradually dispersed, some to supper, but some to gather in the Place and in the streets around the Palace. For the rumor that the King was dying would not down.
"Is the boat gun on the forecastle loaded?" said Captain Deadeye. It is, sir." "Then luff a bit that will do fire." The gun was discharged, and down rushed the black wavering pillar in a watery avalanche, and in a minute after the dark, heaving billows rolled o ver the spot whereout it arose, as if no such thing had ever been.
When we had ship's theatricals off Vigo, Glass 'ere played Dick Deadeye to the moral, though of course the lower deck wasn't pleased to see a leatherneck interpretin' a strictly maritime part, as you might say. It's only his repartees, which 'e can't contain, that conquers him. Shall I resume my narrative?" Another drink was brought on this hint, and Mr. Pyecroft resumed.
And where, having introduced the German refugees to Captain Deadeye, I go on to say that I thereupon dived into the midshipmen's berth for a morsel of comfort, and was soon "far into the secrets of a pork pie," he lay back, and exclaimed with a long drawling emphasis "A pork pie!" "A pork pie!" said Paul Gelid. "Why, do you know," said Mr Wagtail "I why, I never in all my life saw a pork pie."
Underneath lay a corpse, wrapped in a boat sail, on which was clumsily written, with charcoal, "The body of John Deadeye, Esq. late Commander of his Britannic Majesty's Sloop, Torch."
Underneath the joists, that bound the rafters of the roof together, lay a corpse, wrapped in a boatsail, on which was clumsily written with charcoal, "The body of John Deadeye, Esq., late commander of his Britannic Majesty's sloop Torch."
Before he could answer, a shot from the brig fired at the privateer showed she was broad awake. Next moment Captain Deadeye hailed. "Have you mastered the prize crew, Mr Treenail?" "Aye, aye, sir."
Mr Splinter and the Captain were standing together at the gangway "Why, sir," said the former, "this silence somewhat surprises me: what say you, Cheragoux?" to the government emissary or messenger already mentioned, who was peering through the glass close by. "Why, mi Lieutenant, I don't certain dat all ish right on sore dere. "No?" said Captain Deadeye; "why, what do you see?"
The captain of the port shoved out to us, and I immediately recognized him as the officer to whom poor old Deadeye once gave a deuced fright, when we were off the town, in the old Torch, during the siege, and about a fortnight before she foundered in the hurricane; but in the present instance he was all civility; on his departure we made sail, and arrived at Kingston, safe and sound, in the unusually short passage of sixty hours from the time we left Carthagena.
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