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Updated: July 18, 2025
Had it occurred during the height of the gale, the result might have been most disastrous to the undertaking at the Bell Rock. Having made all fast, an attempt was made to kindle the galley fire and cook some food. "Wot are we to 'ave, steward?" enquired Joe Dumsby, in a feeble voice.
Ruby purposely kept away from the group while they were embarking, and after they were gone proceeded to resume work. "You took a smart dive that time, lad," observed Joe Dumsby as they went along. "Not more than anyone would do for a girl," said Ruby. "An' such a purty wan, too," said O'Connor. "Ah! av she's not Irish, she should ha' bin."
After he had concluded his narrative, which was interrupted by frequent question and comment, and after he had refreshed himself with a cup of tea, he rose and said "Now, boys, it's not fair to be spending all the night with you here, while my old comrade Forsyth sits up yonder all alone. I'll go up and see him for a little." "We'll go hup with 'ee, lad," said Dumsby.
Come, Joe, give us 'Rule, Britannia' 'pity she don't rule the waves straighter', as somebody writes somewhere." So saying, Dove resumed his pipe, and Dumsby his fiddle, while Ruby proceeded to the staircase that led to the rooms above.
"Well, we can't get used to do without sleep," said Forsyth, stepping down through the trapdoor, "so I'll bid ye all good night." "'Old on! Tell Ruby about Junk before ye go," cried Dumsby. "Ah! well, I'll tell 'im myself.
"Well, we can't get used to do without sleep," said Forsyth, stepping down through the trap-door, "so I'll bid ye all good night." "'Old on! Tell Ruby about Junk before ye go," cried Dumsby. "Ah! well, I'll tell 'im myself.
"You won't forget me?" retorted Bremner. "Never," replied Dumsby, with fervour. "Av the beacon should be carried away, darlin'," cried O'Connor, "howld tight to the provision-chest, p'raps ye'll be washed ashore." "I'll drink your health in water, Paddy," replied Bremner. "Faix, I hope it won't be salt wather," retorted Ned.
He observed that the birds kept fluttering about, alighting for a few moments and flying off again, all the time that Dumsby was at work, yet Dumsby never failed to seize his prey. Presently the man came in with a small basket full of game. "Now, Ruby," said he, "I'll bet a sixpence that you don't catch a bird within five minutes."
The cheer that followed was a genuine one. "Now for a song, boys," cried one of the men, "and I think the last arrivals are bound to sing first." "Hear, hear! Ruby, lad, you're in for it," said the smith, who sat near his assistant. "What shall I sing?" enquired Ruby. "Oh! let me see," said Joe Dumsby, assuming the air of one who endeavoured to recall something.
"Now, Longlegs," cried the men who held the boat on the starboard side, as Forsyth got over the side and stood ready to spring, "let's see how good you'll be to-day." He was observed by Joe Dumsby, who had just succeeded in getting into the boat on the port side of the ship, and who always took a lively interest in his tall comrade's proceedings.
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