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"Bad enough indeed. Mr Casket many thanks though bad enough, as you say; but I would that your boats crew were in so good a plight." Mr Gasket looked earnestly at me "Why, I have my own misgivings, Cringle; this morning at day break, the Firebrand in company, we fell in with an armed felucca. It was dead calm, and she was out of gun shot, close in with the land.
"On this occasion," Stanley said, "you'll take the time to note the following facts, Mr. McTurpin, Mr. Pillsworth or whatever your true name may be I've had a talk with Dandy Carter. He recognized you and Gasket when Burthen was killed, in spite of your beard. So did Rosa, of course, though she skipped the next morning. The Burthen girl is at my house."
This required some time and compelled me to lay hold with the others, and, when the last gasket had been secured, and the men aloft returned to the deck, Sam had the galley fire burning, and breakfast nearly ready.
All the sails were to be bent, and I had my full share in the performance of this duty. I actually furled the mizen-royal with my own hands the ship carrying standing royals and it was said to be very respectably done; a little rag-baggish in the bunt, perhaps, but secured in a way that took the next fellow who touched the gasket five minutes to cast the sail loose.
"Anyway, when Williams and I found him, he was hanging by the gasket, and it had a couple of turns round his wrist. And besides that, as I said before, the foot of the sail was hanging over the after side of the yard, and Tom's weight on the gasket was holding it there." "It's damned queer," said Stubbins, in a puzzled voice. "There don't seem to be no way of gettin' a proper hexplanation to it."
Always, as a savage returns to a dark glen where goblins are and gods may be, so do I return to the contemplation of woman. Mr. Pike's voice interrupted my musings. From for'ard, on the main deck, I heard him snarl: "On the main-topsail-yard, there! if you cut that gasket I'll split your damned skull!"
Ship after ship had come to grief on Oolong. Not thirty years before, the whaler BLENNERDALE, running into the lagoon for repair, had been cut off with all hands. In similar fashion had the crew of the GASKET, a sandalwood trader, perished.
He was hanging by the gasket when we got to him. The sail knocked him off the yard." "What?" he said, sharply. "The wind caught the sail, and it lashed back over the yard " "What wind?" he interrupted. "There's no wind, scarcely." He shifted his weight on to the other foot. "What do you mean?" "I mean what I say, Sir.
"Was it you made fast that fore royal, last watch?" "Yes, Sir." "How's that it's broken adrift?" "Carn't say, Sir." "Well, it has, and you'd better jump aloft and shove the gasket round it again. And mind you make a better job of it this time." "i, i, Sir," said Tom, and followed the rest of us forrard. Reaching the fore rigging, he climbed into it, and began to make his way leisurely aloft.
One of the cylinders needed a new gasket and they were engaged on the task of fitting it when a sudden hail outside the shed made them look up inquiringly. A short, fat youth with a pair of spectacles bestriding his round good-natured face stood in the doorway. The boys recognized him instantly. "Why, hullo, Billy Barnes!" they cried, "come on in."
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