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Captain Gordon never, in my hearing, referred directly to my sister Jessie's caution about the barque's masts; but I noticed that the new masts were made shorter and stouter than those that had suffered in the storm. There was also some difficulty in procuring new boats for the ship; but Captain Flett at last found a jolly boat, and one morning early I took it out to the Lydia.
"Guess it's your duty to see what's in these bottles," he remarked. "Shall I get one out?" "You needn't; I've a pretty good idea," answered Flett; adding meaningly, "besides, it's the kind of stuff a white man can't drink." Then he turned to George. "I'd better take you home. You look kind of shaky." "What about my horse?" George asked. "Guess he's made for home," said the teamster.
This is what comes of you folks fooling things, instead of leaving them to us." "The police certainly like a conviction," rejoined the teamster, grinning. "They feel real bad when the court lets a fellow off; seem to think that's their business. Guess it's why a few of their prisoners escape." Flett ignored this, and the teamster turned to George. "I'll tell you what once happened to me.
"And now, my lad," said Flett, blowing a hot potato that he held in his horny hand, "what brings ye all the way to Kirkwall on a cold day like this? Ye didna tell us that." "Well, captain," I said, looking down at my platter and wondering how I could eat its plentiful contents, hungry though I was, "I just sauntered along to see if I could get some work.
"Well, it iss droont he would have been in all probabeelity," said Angus, "for he was on the wrong road when I met him, an' he couldn't find the right wan, whatever. Shon Flett iss a good man, but he iss also foolish.
The mist having lifted, Captain Flett had a reef or two let out, and himself took the helm until he got us into calmer water, when we luffed to the windward and headed for South Ronaldsay, with a stiff breeze springing up that gave us a clear seaway to get past the Lother Reef, when we sailed steadily through a lesser rush of tide across a quiet, landlocked sea, into the little haven of Burwick, where in the gathering darkness the chain went rattling down, and we came to a restful anchorage.
"I struck his trail, and it led right out of the woods." George got into the wagon with some trouble, and the teamster rode beside it when they set off. "You haven't much to put before a court," he said to Flett. "No," the constable replied thoughtfully. "I'm not sure our people will take this matter up; anyway, it looks as if we could only fix it on the Indians.
Peter became excited, and a strange pallor came over his face. "Why, what's come ower you, Peter?" asked Captain Flett. "D'ye know the craft?" "Know her!" said Peter; "I should think I did. She was my own ship. I sailed in the Pilgrim as second mate for three years, and I started with her on that same last voyage." It was now my turn to show surprise. "Your ship, Peter!" I said.
Dominie Drever had his private views on the matter, and he was not over eager to communicate them to other persons. He even kept them from myself in a great measure, and only gathered such information regarding my movements as Captain Flett and my people at Lyndardy were able to supply.
"Hiding in a bluff for several hours with the temperature forty degrees below, on the lookout for fellows who have probably gone another way, strikes me as a very unpleasant occupation." Flett spent a bitter night, keeping an unavailing watch among the willows where a lonely trail dipped into a ravine.
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