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Updated: June 23, 2025
What say, old pal?" Dick Deadeye wagged his tail. Some two minutes later, the Crown Prince of Livonia, having sworn the pirate oath of no quarter, except to women and children, was on his way to the pirate cave. He was not running away. He was not disobedient. He was breaking no promises.
Only Jim, who seemed to have eyes everywhere, distrusted the man, and spoke to me about him. We had now been on the wreck five days, working and rigging away at the foremast, and the calm, beautiful weather held with no signs of a change. Jim was hanging over the side, resting his feet on the fore channels while he helped Chips to bolt in a deadeye which had been torn out when the mast had gone.
We were guarding it from the underbrush, and saw them go in. We trailed them. They must die!" "Really die?" "Of course. Death to those who defy us." "Death to those who defy us!" repeated the Crown Prince, enjoying himself hugely, and quite ready for bloodshed. "Look here, Dick Deadeye," said the larger pirate to the smaller, who stood gravely at attention, "I think he belongs to our crew.
"Lieutenant," said he, "will you allow me to put this barrel of New York apples into the boat as a present to Captain Deadeye, from Captain of the United States navy?" Mr.
But Rover was only a dog, and couldn't realize the danger at all. At last the big fat pirate's pole hit the ship a terrible crack, and overboard Slave Hepzebiah fell. Dick Deadeye reached for her, but his hand only touched her uniform, and over he fell, too, down in the coffee-colored waves. It was way over his head. Down, down, he sank.
The others attached to the same shroud immediately began to render through the deadeye, throwing an extra strain upon the lanyards of the other shrouds, one of which immediately parted under Bob's knife; then twang, twang, twang, one after the other, they rapidly yielded, until, as the last lanyard parted, crash went the mizen-mast short off by the deck and away to leeward, carrying away the saloon skylight as it went.
Dem shoot him troo de head! Oh, Lad!" Captain Deadeye had come on deck. "You John Crow, what is wrong with you?" "Why, de Purser killed, Captain, dat all." "Purser killed? Doctor, is Saveall hurt?" Treenail could stand it no longer.
The crew looked around for rescue, but none was in sight. "We'll sink your ole ship," shouted Pirate Fatty. "You're awful sailors." And all the time, up and down, and down and up, went the poor little ship. Would they drown? Far off, Dick Deadeye saw the Toyman running, running as fast as he could towards shore. And Rover, too. He was barking for all he was worth, seeming to think it fun.
This didn't seem to suit Marmaduke, and he tried hard to remember a name Reddy Toms had told him, out of a book of Reddy's, all about pirates and things. But he couldn't think of it at all. Just then a voice shouted, "What ho, Dick Deadeye!" It was the Toyman, who had been standing in the doorway watching them. "Dick Deadeye whew!"
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?" "Ay, ay, sir."
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