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Isaac Dorkin, who had made himself conspicuous, during the row out, for caustic remarks, and a tendency to contradict, slipped his foot on a piece of seaweed and fell into the water, to the great glee of most of his comrades. "Ah, then, sarves you right," cried Teddy Maroon, a little Irishman, one of the joiners.
The others laughed, and so did John Potter; but he also stretched out a helping hand and pulled Dorkin out of the sea. This little incident tended to increase the spirits of the party as they commenced preliminary operations. The form of the little mass of rock on which they had to build was very unfavourable.
"Deary me, John, what ails you to-night?" asked the faithful Martha, who was, as of yore, busy with the supper. "Nothin' partikler, Martha; only I've had a hard day of it, an I'm glad to sit down. Was Isaac Dorkin here to-day?" "No, 'e wasn't. I wonder you keep company with that man," replied Mrs Potter, testily; "he's for ever quarrelling with 'ee, John."
Isaac Dorkin did not find the life so much to his taste as he had expected. He became more grumpy than ever, and quarrelled with his friend on the slightest provocation; insomuch that at last John found it to be his wisest plan to let him alone.
Here a large crane had been fixed, and two of the men were up there working the windlass, by which the heavy blocks of moor-stone were raised to their places. The signal had been given to hoist one of these, when Isaac Dorkin, who stood beside the stone, suddenly uttered a loud cry, and shouted, "hold on! Ease off up there! Hold o-o-on! D'ye hear?"
The old gander, leading his flock along the Wabash, had hailed passing flocks bound northward until he was hoarse; and the Brahma rooster had threshed the yellow dorkin until he took refuge under the pig pen, and dare not stick out his unprotected head. The doors had stood open at supper time, and Dannie staid up late, mending and oiling the harness.
Teddy Maroon was one of the first keepers, but he soon left to take charge of a lighthouse on the Irish coast. Thereupon John Potter made application for the post. He was successful over many competitors, and at last obtained the darling wish of his heart: he became principal keeper; his surly comrade, Isaac Dorkin, strange to say, obtaining the post of second keeper.
"Go along with you, John!" retorted Mrs Potter. "I'm just going," said John, rising and kissing his wife as he put on his hat; "and you may depend on it that I'll not miss dancing at our Tommy's wedding, if I can help it." That night saw John Potter at his old post again snuffing the candles on the Eddystone, and chatting with his old mate Dorkin beside the kitchen fire.
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