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Bernie does not cross-examine much; but if any one gets discomfited, he laughs a sort of little silver-whistle giggle, which is trying to the unhappy blunderer." "May 9th. Frewen is deep in parachutes. I beg him not to drop from the top landing in one of his own making." "June 6th, 1876. Frewen's crank axle is a failure just at present but he bears up." "June 14th. The boys enjoy their riding.
"There," said Mr Brymer at last, in answer to Mr Frewen's uneasy looks, "the lads have got that breaker of fresh water down by now, so we'll just take the captain's little compass and chronometer, and a few more things from the store, and be off. Ah, here they are."
It is nice to have one the same colour as your cap. Red mittens with a black diamond pattern on the back are much run after. Em Frewen's grandma knits hers for her. She can knit the double diamond pattern and Em puts on such airs about it, but I think the single diamond is in better taste. The new winter hats at Markdale are very pretty. It is so exciting to pick a hat. Boys can't have that fun.
I offered to take Mr Frewen's place, but he would not hear of it, and matters were compromised by my taking him his breakfast, when some provisions had hastily been placed on the saloon-table; and carrying mine with me, together with a box for our table, dragged down close to the barricade, and between it and the door, we made a hearty meal.
"Quick," I said; "draw open the door a little more." As I spoke I tried to pull the chest away upon which we had been having our meal, but I could not move it, as it was against Mr Frewen's legs, and kept the door from being opened sufficiently wide in that narrow space for me to pass out. "Oh, quick quick!" I whispered. "Anything the matter there?" cried Mr Brymer.
Cheyne, Frewen's boatsteerer, who was a splendidly built, handsome young fellow of twenty-four years of age, received a rather severe injury to his right foot whilst a heavy baulk of timber was being "fleeted" along the deck. Frewen, who was much attached to him, dressed his foot as well as the rough appliances on board would allow, and then reported him to the captain as unfit for duty.
"We are going to act as soon as the word comes from our friends outside. We can do nothing better than be ready." I clapped my hand over Mr Frewen's lips, and forcing myself by him, whispered sharply to Mr Preddle "Quick, lie down!" I had no occasion to warn my companion, for he had seen my reason for checking him, and lay down at the side of the cabin, while I glided into the cot.
"Never mind," I said to myself; "wait a bit," as I bit my lips and stood with clenched fists, thinking in my annoyance how much I should like to use them. But I consoled myself by going to Mr Frewen's drawer and opening the case and looking at the bright steel saws, and then talking in a whisper to Mr Preddle, who came to the little opening to know whether anything was the matter.
Dan says he wouldn't of been scared and Felicity says she would of known what it was but it's easy to talk. It happened the night I went down to see Kitty Marr. I thought when I went that Aunt Olivia was visiting there and I could come home with her. But she wasn't there and I had to come home alone. Kitty came a piece of the way but she wouldn't come any further than Uncle James Frewen's gate.
It was a curious sound that one cannot spell any nearer, partly laugh, partly cry of derision. "That's what they all says, sir," he continued. "Sea-sick, sure as my name's Bob Hampton." As he spoke he had descended with me, and ended by pointing out number three. "There you are, sir; two rollers at night, and a shake the bottle in the morning. That's Mr Frewen's cabin; I must get back on deck."
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