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Our hero, Captain Dall, Mr Cupples, Larry O'Hale, and Muggins, were then fastened with cords of cocoa-nut fibre to the several posts of the hut in such a manner that they could stand up or lie down at pleasure. George Goff, old Bob, and the others were led away.
Next year the vessel Hope re-visited the coast of Labrador, under the command of Captain Goff. He heard that some dead bodies had been found and buried, and that the missionary station had been burned, but no further particulars were ever learned.
She waited a minute in pensive silence, and then said, "Why do you not marry Alice Goff?" "Oh, hang Alice Goff!" "It is so easy to come at the man beneath the veneer by expertly chipping at his feelings," said Lydia, laughing. "But I was serious, Lucian. Alice is energetic, ambitious, and stubbornly upright in questions of principle.
"If you did you'd get wopped," remarked Goff, with a touch of sarcasm, for the lieutenant of the band was not so respectful to his commander as a well-disciplined man should be. "What makes you think so?" demanded the chief. "The fact that the diggers are a sight too many for us," returned Goff. "Why, we'd find 'em three to one, if not four."
"I should like a little time to consider," she said. "Time to accustom yourself to me, is it not? You can have as long as you plea-" "Oh, I can let you know tomorrow," interrupted Alice, officiously. "Thank you. I will send a note to Mrs. Goff to say that she need not expect you back until tomorrow."
"I never heard of such a thing! Why should I consult you as to my movements?" "Well, I should not have used the word consult, particularly to such an independent little lady as sweet Alice Goff. Still, I think you might merely as a matter of form, you know have informed me of the step you were taking. The relations that exist between us give me a right to your confidence." "What relations, pray?"
None of these suited the notions of the young lady whose persistent idea was building up the neighborhood. She, too, mentioned the names of many, few of them known to the old timer. Finally the girl mentioned the name of Maddy's benefactor, young Goff, now residing across the state line. "He's in cramped quarters over there, I understand," said the girl casually.
Lydia looked reflectively at the little volume in her hand, and seemed to think out the question of Miss Goff. Presently, with an air of having made up her mind, she said, "Can you guess which of Goethe's characters you remind me of when you try to be worldly-wise for my sake?" "When I try What an extraordinary irrelevance! I have not read Goethe lately. Mephistopheles, I suppose.
Here, Goff," said Stalker, turning to his lieutenant, "bind his hands behind him after he's had some supper, and then come an' fix up this arm o' mine. I think the bone has escaped." "Hadn't we better start off at once," suggested Drake, "an' catch the redskins when they're asleep?" "Is it far off?" asked Stalker. "A goodish bit. But the night is young.
As for Goff, he has a huge shining bald forehead, and immense bristling Indian-red whiskers. He wears white wash-leather gloves, drinks fairly, likes a rubber, and has a story for after dinner, beginning, "Doctor, ye racklackt Sandy M'Lellan, who joined us in the West Indies. Wal, sir," etc. These and little Cutler made up the party.
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