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In Port Royal they met a sea-captain from Boston, Zechariah Gillam, who offered his ship for a voyage to Hudson Bay, but the season was far spent when they set out. Captain Gillam was afraid to enter the ice-locked bay so late in summer. The boat turned back, and the trip was a loss. This run of ill-luck had now lasted for a year.
They could not go back to Three Rivers, for their attempt to make another journey without a licence rendered them liable to punishment. They went to Cape Breton, and from there to the English at Port Royal in Nova Scotia. At Port Royal they found a Boston captain, Zachariah Gillam, who plied in vessels to and fro from the American Plantations to England.
'Tis all along o' goodness gone stale from too much salt," says Jack. I told him of little Rebecca, and asked what he made of it. He said he made of it that fools didn't love in the right place which was not to the point, whatever Jack thought of Rebecca. Linking his arm through mine, he headed me about. "Captain Gillam, Ben's father, sails for England at sunrise," vouched Jack.
Then Jack Battle, the sailor lad from no one knows where, living no one knows how, digs his bare toes into the sand and asks under his breath if we have heard about king-killers. "What are king-killers?" demands young Gillam. I discreetly hold my tongue; for a gentleman who supped late with my uncle one night has strangely disappeared, and the rats in the attic have grown boldly loud.
The prince patronized all laudable and useful enterprises; and persuaded the king to send out Captain Gillam, and the Frenchman with him. The ship was loaded with goods to traffic for furs.
Then two things happened at the same moment; the ball passed from quarter to tackle, and Gillam and the leader of the tandem came together. The shock of that collision was plainly heard on the side-lines. For an instant the tandem stopped short.
With the return of Neil, Paul expected to be ousted from the position of left half, and the question that worried him was whether he would in turn displace Gillam or be sent back to the second eleven.
A seaman half suspected the identity of the bush-ranger, and Governor Bridgar wanted to know how Radisson had returned so soon when the French fort was far away. "I told him, smiling," writes Radisson, "that I could fly when there was need to serve my friends." Young Gillam had begun to suspect the weakness of the French.
"Monsieur Radisson," impudently mouths Ben, who had taken more rum for his health than was good for his head, "I asked you to inform me where your land forces are?" "Outside the fort constructing a breastwork of snow." "Good!" sneers Ben. "And the marines?" "On the ships, where they ought to be." "Good!" laughs Gillam again. "And the officers?" "Superintending the raising of the cannon.
The Purple's back-field had played well; Paul had been in his best form, Gillam had gained ground quite often through Yale's wings, and Mason, at full-back, had fought nobly. The ends had proved themselves quick and speedy in getting down under punts, and several of the Blue's tries around end had been nipped ingloriously in the bud.
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