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The townspeople suspected him last night, and now they know what he is." At this moment Master Dickory jumped upon the baker, and both went down. When Dickory got up, the baker remained where he was, and it was plain enough to everybody that the nerves and muscles of even a vigorous young man were greatly weakened by the confined occupation of a baker.
You look as if you had marched faster than your army, and that you had lost it in the forest." Dickory smiled. "You ought not to laugh at me," he said, "for these clothes are really a great misfortune. If I could change them for something cool I should be more than delighted." "You might take off your heavy coat," said she; "you need not be on parade here.
"Oh, ay!" said Ben, "he has been on the farm. That is Dickory Charter, whose father was drowned out fishing a few years ago. He is a good lad, an' boards all ships comin' in or goin' out to sell his wares, for his mither leans on him now, having no ither." The youth, who seemed to feel that he was being talked about, now walked aft, and held up his basket.
You shall stay with me, you shall be a pirate. You shall be the head of all the pirates when I give up the business and take to sugar-planting. Ha! ha! When I take to sugar-planting and merrily make my own good rum!" Dickory was dismayed. "But, Captain Blackbeard," he said, with more deference than before, "I cannot." "Cannot!" shouted the pirate, "you lie, you can.
Thus all went well, and with willing hands to man her yards and a proudly strutting captain on her quarter-deck, the pirate ship renewed her northward course, and spread terror and made prizes even as far as the New England coast; and if Dickory had had any doubts that the late reputable planter of Bridgetown had now become a veritable pirate he had many opportunities of setting himself right.
The grand nurse felt rather inclined to look down upon Peter and Flossy Franklin, but not so Dickory herself. Out went her baby arms, dimples came into her baby face, and with a crow of rapture she nestled up into Peter's embrace. 'Eh, but she's a 'cute young 'un, he said with his slow smile. And somehow after that he was comforted.
Dickory did not believe very much in the black-bearded pirate, with his wild tricks and inhuman high spirits, but Jamaica lay to the east, and he was going eastward.
With that he went forward to speak to some of the men, leaving Dickory standing speechless, with the expression of an infuriated idiot. Black Paul stepped up to him. "How now, youngster," said the ex-sailing-master, "first officer, eh? If you look sharp, you may find yourself in fine feather." "No, I will not," answered Dickory.
"Well, well, Dick Charter!" cried out the man, "and have you come back as governor of the colony? You look fine enough, anyway. But if you want a boat to go to your mother's old home, you can have a seat in this one; we're going there, and our passenger does not object." "Pull up here," cried Dickory, and in a moment he had dropped into the bow of the boat, which then proceeded on its way.
In her little cottage and in her little fields there was no future for him, and now to what future might he not be sailing! As for Dickory, he knew no more of his future than the sea-birds knew what was going to happen to them; he cared no more for his future than the clouds cared whether they were moving east or west. His life was like the sparkling air in which he moved and breathed.
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