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Eh bien! some wise men are fools, one way or another. Well, I told Gobal I would give the man the Ninety-Nine for the cruise and search, and that we should divide the gold between us, if it was found, taking out first enough to make a dot for you and a fine handful for Bissonnette. But no, shake not your head like that. It shall be so.
"Give it me, Gobal," he said. "Wait. There's no hurry. Come along, there's the bell: they're going to drop him." He coolly motioned, and passed out from the cabin to the ship's side. Tarboe kept his tongue from blasphemy, and his hand from the captain's shoulder, for he knew only too well that Gobal held the game in his hands. They leaned over and saw two sailors with something on a plank.
"We therefore commit his body to the deep, in the knowledge of the Judgment Day let her go!" grunted Gobal; and a long straight canvas bundle shot with a swishing sound beneath the water. "It was rough on him too," he continued. "He waited twenty years to have his chance again.
Gobal come to me and told me all there was to tell. I said that it was a true story, for Pretty Pierre told me once he saw Brigond's ship go down in the bay; but he would not say how, or why, or where. Pierre would not lie in a thing like that, and " "Why didn't he get the gold himself?" "What is money to him? He is as a gipsy. To him the money is cursed. He said so.
Gobal come to me and told me all there was to tell. I said that it was a true story, for Pretty Pierre told me once he saw Brigond's ship go down in the bay; but he would not say how, or why, or where. Pierre would not lie in a thing like that, and " "Why didn't he get the gold himself?" "What is money to him? He is as a gipsy. To him the money is cursed. He said so.
"When do you expect Gobal?" she asked eagerly. "He ought to have been here a week ago. Maybe he has had a bad voyage, or something." "He's sure to come?" "Of course. I found out about that. She's got a big consignment to people in Quebec. Something has gone wrong, but she'll be here yes." "What will you do if you get the money?" she asked. Tarboe laughed heartily. "My faith!
"When do you expect Gobal?" she asked eagerly. "He ought to have been here a week ago. Maybe he has had a bad voyage, or something." "He's sure to come?" "Of course. I found out about that. She's got a big consignment to people in Quebec. Something has gone wrong, but she'll be here yes." "What will you do if you get the money?" she asked. Tarboe laughed heartily. "My faith!
"Give it me, Gobal," he said. "Wait. There's no hurry. Come along, there's the bell: they're going to drop him." He coolly motioned, and passed out from the cabin to the ship's side. Tarboe kept his tongue from blasphemy, and his hand from the captain's shoulder, for he knew only too well that Gobal held the game in his hands. They leaned over and saw two sailors with something on a plank.
They spent two days longer waiting, and then at dawn a merchantman came sauntering up to anchor. She signalled to the Ninety-Nine. In five minutes Tarboe was climbing up the side of the Free-and-Easy, and presently was in Gobal's cabin, with a glass of wine in his hand. "What kept you, Gobal?" he asked. "You're ten days late, at least." "Storm and sickness broken mainmast and smallpox."
But he made me swear on a book of the Mass that if we got the gold we'd send one-half his share to a woman in Paris, and the rest to his brother, a priest at Nancy. I'll keep my word but yes! Eh, Tarboe?" "You can keep your word for me! What, you think, Gobal, there is no honour in Black Tarboe, and you've known me ten years! Haven't I always kept my word like a clock?"
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