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Ate yer dinner, lad, and howld yer tongue." "O Ned, I didn't think your jealousy would show out so strong," retorted his comrade. "Now, then, Dumsby, fire away, if it was only to aggravate him." Thus pressed, Joe Dumsby took a deep draught of the small-beer with which the men were supplied, and began a song of his own composition.
You han't forgot the grog, I hope, steward?" "No fear of him: he's a good feller, is the steward, when he's asleep partiklerly. The grog's here all right." "Dinna let Dumsby git baud o't, then," cried Watt. "What! hae ye begood a'ready? Patience, man, patience. Is there ony saut?" "Lots of it, darlin', in the say. Sure this shape must have lost his tail somehow.
The two boats had not left the Pharos twenty yards astern, when Joe Dumsby cried, "Ho! boys, let's have a race." "Hooray!" shouted O'Connor, whose elastic spirits were always equal to anything, "an' sure Ruby will sing us `The girl we've left behind us. Och! an' there she is, av I'm not draymin'." At that moment a little hand was waved from one of the ports of the floating light.
"Ye might as weel tie a string to his lug an' dip him into the sea. Tak' my word for't, there's naethin' like pooin'." "D'you mean pooh pooin'?" enquired Dumsby. Watt's reply was interrupted by a loud gust of wind, which burst upon the beacon house at that moment and shook it violently. Everyone started up, and all clustered round the door and windows to observe the appearance of things without.
"Ah! poor things," said Forsyth, in answer to Ruby's look of wonder, "they often visit us in foggy weather. I suppose they get out to sea in the fog and can't find their way back to land, and then some of them chance to cross our light and take refuge on it." "Now I'll go out and get to-morrow's dinner," said Dumsby.
"An' a junk o' beef?" said Forsyth. "An' a slice o' toast?" said Dumsby. Ruby accepted all these offers, and soon afterwards the four friends descended to the rock, to take as much exercise as they could on its limited surface, during the brief period of low water that still remained to them.
"D'ye think so?" "I'm sure of it." "You're right," remarked Forsyth, looking from his elevated position to the seaward horizon, "I can see it coming now." "I say, what smell is that?" exclaimed Ruby, sniffing. "Somethink burnin'," said Dumsby, also sniffing. "Why, what can it be?" murmured Forsyth, looking round and likewise sniffing. "Hallo! Joe, look out; you're on fire!"
Another moment, and a goodly cod of about ten pounds weight was wriggling on the iron hook which Ruby handed up to Dumsby, who mounted with his prize in triumph to the kitchen. From that moment the fish began to "take." While the men were thus busily engaged, a boat was rowing about in the fog, vainly endeavouring to find the rock. It was the boat of two fast friends, Jock Swankie and Davy Spink.
The two boats had not left the Pharos twenty yards astern, when Joe Dumsby cried, "Ho! boys, let's have a race." "Hooray!" shouted O'Connor, whose elastic spirits were always equal to anything, "an' sure Ruby will sing us 'The girl we've left behind us'. Och! an' there she is, av I'm not draymin'." At that moment a little hand was waved from one of the ports of the floating light.
Come, Joe Dumsby, strike up," cried one of the men. O'Connor, who was one of the most reckless of men in regard to duty and propriety, here shook his head gravely, and took upon himself to read his comrade a lesson. "Ye shouldn't talk o' sitch things in workin' hours," said he. "Av we wos all foolish, waake-hidded cratures like you, how d'ye think we'd iver git the lighthouse sot up!
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