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"Not me." "What! You dare " cried Jarette. "Lookye here, skipper," growled Dumlow, "don't you get poking that there pestle in my face, 'cause it might go off." "Yes, and it will go off," cried Jarette. "I mean to be obeyed by this crew, as I've just shown you." "Nay, but don't poke pestles in my face; 'cause it make me hit out, and when I hits out I hurts. You ask some one else."
Smoke and be comfortable; but you will mind how you steer, for I shall be a hard severe man. You understand, extremement severe." "Course you will," said Bob, coolly; "skippers must be. Don't matter to me, messmate cap'n, I mean one skipper's good as another. But I say, cap'n, there's Barney Blane and Neb Dumlow knocked on the head in the forksle.
"Tidy tidy!" came back. "It arn't so very tight." The rustling went on, and I heard Dumlow whisper "When he holloas, let's fetch him out with a will." "Ay, ay, but he don't holloa," said Bob. "Why, he've got farder than we did." "Nay, not he. Why, he have though!" For the whistling went on, just a softened hissing, and it was evident that Barney had got some distance in.
I was silent for a few moments, and he repeated his question. "I'm afraid they have all joined him." "No, no; not men like Hampton and Dumlow. They were of a different stamp." I told him what I knew, and I heard him grind his teeth. "The scoundrels!" he muttered. "There is no telling what a man may do for dear life," said Mr Frewen, sadly. "But Walters.
Bob, lad, what's to be done?" "'Bout what?" came back from the wheel. "Air we to let 'em pitch us overboard, or air we to jyne?" "Jyne," growled Bob Hampton. "Jyne it is, messmet," said Dumlow, in his low growling tone. "Here, unlash these blessed ropes, they're a-cuttin' into my arms like hooroar." "And you'll join us too, Barney?" said Jarette. "I does same as my two mates," said Blane.
Now then, pick up something for a weapon, Dale, if it's only the cabin poker." "Are you going to fight?" I said in a low tone. "I thought you were going to help that poor wretch." "I can attend him as well when he is our prisoner, Dale, as if we were Jarette's." "Of course," I said excitedly. "But hadn't you better have Dumlow too?"
Take one arm, Dumlow," and seizing the other himself, they hoisted Walters quickly out of the little compartment and set him on his feet; but his legs gave way, and he dropped on the deck and lay upon his back.
The next moment, though, I saw where the danger was, and shouted "The galley the galley!" We all ran round to the door, for smoke was issuing from the wooden building freely, and a dull light shone out on to the darkness. Then I burst out in astonishment "What, Dumlow! You here?" "Ay, ay, sir. Practysing up. I got it now, and go ahead to-morrow morning.
"Bellers, sir?" growled Dumlow, who was looking on; "I took 'em to make the kittle bile, and didn't have no time to put 'em back 'cause of the boats coming." "Ah, the boats," cried Mr Preddle, excitedly. "Jarette knocked me down." "And he got knocked down hisself, sir. Reg'lar one for his nob," said Dumlow. "Then we won, Dale?"
"Then it's all right, messmate?" growled Dumlow. "Right as it can be in a place like this, matey. Yer can't breathe, nor you can't see, and well now, that's queer.
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