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"Thunder and blazes, sir, he en't bin and gone and done it already?" "No, he en't. Number seven is, be kind o' tender with young Burke. Count them words. He's had enough kicks. That's all." And the melancholy man went away as silently as he had come. Toley makes a suggestion.
They came opposite to the step on which he sat, and Bulger caught sight of him. "Blest if it en't our supercargo!" he cried, stopping short. A shout of laughter broke from the sailors. One of them struck up a song.
In return for this speech, the waggoner favoured him with a stare, followed by the exclamation: 'Oh, no! dang that! 'Why, what's the matter? quoth Evan. 'You en't goin' to be off, for to leave me and Gearge in the lurch there, with that ther' young woman, in that ther' pickle! returned the waggoner.
But now she had only half a dozen guns all told, and even had she possessed the full armament there were not men enough to work them, for her complement of forty men was only half what it had been when she sailed under the Company's flag. Desmond confided his puzzlement to Bulger. The seaman laughed. "Why, bless 'ee, we en't a-goin' to run into no danger. Trust Cap'n Barker for that.
Soon arter, I fell in a dead faint, an' knowed no more till I found myself on my back outside, with a Moor chuckin' water at me. They let me go, along with some others; and a rotten old hulk I was, there en't no mistake about that. Why, bless you, my skin come out all boils as thick as barnacles on a hull arter a six months' voyage, all 'cos o' being in sich bad air without water.
The poor little thing en't dead this mornin', and that's all's you can say. They bin up all night. Ne'er a one of 'em didn't go to bed." So far the neighbour. Later the little maidservant, who had gone home that evening, told me: "We was passin' by at the time me and my older sister.... She run in and wrapped a towel round its neck." "Where, then, was the mother?" "She was with its father.
His head struck on the road; dazed by the blow he loosened his clutch, and lay for a moment in semi-consciousness while the man sprang away. But he was not so far gone as not to hear a loud shout behind him and near at hand, followed by the tramp of feet. "Avast there!" The voice was familiar: surely it was Bulger's. "Fair play! Fourteen stone against seven en't odds. Show a leg, mateys."
You en't supercargo, to be sure; but who do you think them guns and round shots in the hold be for? Why, the Pirate himself. And he'll pay a good price for 'em, too." "Do you mean to say that English merchants supply Angria with weapons to fight against their own countrymen?" "Well, blest if you en't a innocent. In course they do.
Johnson, but really I can't appear before the governor in this rig." He glanced ruefully at his bare legs and feet and tattered garments. "True, you en't very shipshape, but we'll soon alter that. Ever use a razor?" "Not yet, sir," replied Desmond with a smile. "Thought not. Plenty of native barbers. You must get shaved. And I'll rig you up in a suit of some sort.
"Is this the Waterman's Rest?" "Ay, ay, young gen'leman, and a blamed restful place it is, too, fit for watermen what en't naught but landlubbers, speaking by the book, but not fit for the likes of us jack tars. Eh, mateys?" His companions grunted acquiescence. "I have a message for Mr. Toley; is he here?" "Ay, that he is. That's him at the table yonder. "Mr.
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