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It grows dusk in less than a jiffey after the sun dips in these latitudes at this time o' year," said he. "Hullo! I say, though, that reminds me, Haldane " "Of what, sir?" I asked as he stopped abruptly at this point. "Anything I can do for you, Mr Fosset?" "No, my boy, nothing," he replied reflectively, and looking for the moment to be in as deep a brown study as he accused me of being just now.
The ould chap, though, is alive an' hearty, an' as asthamataky as ivver!" "What's become of Mr Fosset?" "Och, be jabbers! he's a big man now. He's a skipper on his own hook, jist loike Cap'en Applegarth. He's got the ould Fairi Quane, the sicond best boat but one to the line. D'ye ricollict that ould thaife of a bo'sun we had on the Star of the North?" "Why, you must mean poor old Masters!
"But what, man!" exclaimed the skipper impatiently, interrupting his slow speech before Mr Fosset could get any further. "Anything wrong, eh?" "Yes, sir, I'm sorry to say something is very wrong, I fear very wrong below," replied the other sadly. "There has been a sad accident in the stoke-hole!"
"Then off you go to the doctor at once," cried Mr Fosset, catching hold of him by his uninjured arm and leading him towards the hatchway again, the ship being pretty steady for the moment. "You and I, too, Haldane, ought to be on deck helping the skipper and the rest, instead of stopping here, hindering these smart fellows at their work. Come along with me, my lad!"
"Very good, sir," answered the old chief as he lifted his podgy legs over the coaming of the hatchway, prior to burying himself in the cimmerian darkness of the opening, wherein Mr Fosset and his men had already vanished. "I'll make things all snug below, sir, and bank the fires as soon as you give the signal." With that, he, too, was lost to sight.
Granger; but once in the sanctuary of her own room, she sat down in an absent manner, and made no attempt to begin dressing. Fosset, the maid, found her there at a quarter past ten o'clock the ceremony was to take place at eleven and gave a cry of horror at seeing the toilet uncommenced. "Good gracious me, miss! what have you been thinking of? Your hair not begun nor nothing!
Consequently, not a soul turned in the livelong night, the port and starboard watches both remaining on duty, with Captain Applegarth and Mr Fosset on the bridge, while Garry O'Neil relieved the boatswain, who now had eight men under him in charge of the wheel, where the utmost caution and the greatest vigilance were necessary to keep the old barquey's head to the sea.
Mr Fosset and Garry O'Neil were equally enthusiastic. "Faith, now, sor!" observed the latter, with a comical air of assured deference at my future dignified position, as he imagined it would be, "I hope ye'll remember ye'r humble ould fri'nd Garry whim ye're Prisidint of the Venezuelan Raypublic, mid a lot of yaller divvles for lackeys, an' so many dollars that ye won't know what to do wid 'em.
Wouldn't it be easier to let down the falls, sir, and run up the boat all standing with the poor fellows in her as they are?" "By George, the very thing, Fosset!" exclaimed the skipper, accepting the suggestion with alacrity. "It will save the poor fellows a lot of jolting, and be all the easier for us, as you say.
"I'm sure I can't see any ship, youngster," said Mr Fosset at the moment. Even while he was actually speaking, I observed the sailing vessel to yaw in her course, her ragged canvas flattening against the masts as if she were coming about, although from the way her head veered about, she did not seem to be under any control. "There's nothing in sight, Haldane, I tell you.
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