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Tubbs replied by pointing mysteriously to a little speck out at sea. "What's the row? What is it?" asked Gayford. "You wouldn't guess what that little thing is," said Tubbs. "What is it? Can't you speak?" "Well, if you must know, it's our boat. The anchor wasn't tied, you know!" "The boat!
"But then, he's been at sea all his life." "By the way, when does his ship start?" inquired Wallas; "something depends on that, doesn't it?" "So it does," said Gayford. "I forgot that. He got home a fortnight ago, and he gets six weeks at home. That'll bring it to the end of November." "Just the very ticket; we must start then, I say."
"What shall we call our island?" asked Bowler dramatically, placing his finger on the map and looking round on his fellow-adventurers. There was a pause, and for a moment the founders of the new empire were wrapped in silent thought. At last Gayford said "I know just the thing." "What? What? What?" inquired three voices. "New Swishford."
The unhappy Tubbs having been shunted, Crashford took his place, and with Bowler kept the boat's head steady till Gayford hauled up the sail, and the "Eliza" began of her own accord to fly through the water.
"Never!" said Bird. "Mr. Robertson?" "Never!" said I. "Mr. Smugg?" "I seed 'im this very morning!" cried Joe, like an accusing angel. Smugg took his hand away from his face, after giving his wet brow one last dab. He looked at Gayford and at Joe, but said nothing. "Mr. Smugg?" repeated the chairman. "Mr. Smugg," interposed Tritton suavely, "probably feels himself in a difficulty.
At length, by means of walking in a straight line, they had come again to the coast, and after much searching had found the pier. And having found it, they resolved to keep it until the other party completed the circuit and found them where it left them. "And however did you find us out, Thomson?" inquired Gayford, after the repast had been done ample justice to. "Did your boat come ashore?"
We all nodded, and filled fresh pipes. Presently Smugg sidled in. We had seen little of him the last week; save when he was construing he had taken refuge in his own room. When he came in now, Gayford wagged his head significantly at me; apparently, it was my task to bell the cat. I rose, and went to the mantelpiece. Smugg had sat down at the table, and my back was to him.
"What do you mean?" retorted Gayford; "a lot you've done for the public good. There are plenty of seagulls about without you to croak, too." "I wish my umbwellah hadn't gone out to sea," observed Braintree, shivering. "By the way," said Crashford, "didn't I see it lying on the rocks. I'll just run and see," and off he started. "When shall we ever get away?" asked Wester. "We may get starved here."
"Couldn't you think of somebody else, Braintree?" asked Gayford. "Oh, have Cwashford. He's a wewy decent fellah. I like Cwashford, you know." "Well, there's this to be said," remarked Bowler, finding there was no getting out of it, "it may be rather a good thing to have some one to keep in order; it will give us something to do." "Yes, I expect you'll want it," said Wallas.
You'd make her your wife, would you?" Smugg, looking straight in front of him, answered: "Yes." Joe drew back, touched his forelock again, and said: "Then it's fair fighting, sir, begging your pardon; and no offense. But the girl was mine first, sir." Then Gayford interposed. "Mr. Smugg," said he, "you tell Joe, here, that you'd marry this lady. May I ask how you can when "
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