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Lord Dudley, then Secretary of State for the Foreign Department, was an early friend of Scott's. He had been partly educated in Edinburgh, under Dugald Stewart's care. December 1. This morning again I was idle. But I must work, and so I will to-morrow whether the missing sheets arrive, ay or no, by goles!
"Think o' that now!" sighed Mr. Shrig, "but I ain't surprised, no, I ain't surprised, and by Goles!" "What now?" "Your cravat-sparkler! that's wanished too!" Barnabas felt his rumpled cravat, and nodded. "And your vatch, now don't tell me as they 've took " "Yes, my watch also," sighed Barnabas. "A great pity!" said Mr. Shrig, "though it ain't to be vondered at, not a bit."
Jan went out by the alley; and from there, after peeking to see that nobody was looking out of the pool-room windows, he stepped quickly up the front steps of the house. Cautiously he unlocked the door. He could hear voices, but not distinctly. Quietly he tiptoed toward the head of the back stairs. It was Mrs. Goles who was talking. "Didn't I warn you again and again never to bother him?"
He stood up after a while and made as if to come back upstairs. As he did so Jan made as if to go down. Goles glared up at him. "So it is you!" "Yes, it's me," said Jan. "Come!" "Come? No! But you wait there, will you? Just wait there and see what happens to you! Wait!" And even as he called that last "Wait!" he was running for the back stairs. Jan turned to her.
"Not?" said the Pedler, "so much the better; marriage ain't love, no, nor love ain't marriage I'm a married cove myself, so I know what I'm a-sayin'; if folk do talk, an' shake their 'eads over ye w'y, let 'em, only don't don't go a-spilin' things by gettin' 'churched. You're a woman, but you're a fine un a dasher, by Goles, nice an' straight-backed, an' round, an' plump if I was this 'ere cove, now, I know what "
Well, guess different next time; for he's out there waitin' for me the soft-headed Dutchman! Beat it! Beat it when yer gettin' the worst of it. An' talk any more about a policeman an' see what Hen says to it!" Jan could hear Mrs. Goles ascending the stairs behind him.
"Ah! and what else did John Pringle say?" I inquired, setting down my cup. "Why, 'e come into 'The Bull' all wet an' wild-like, an' wi' 'is two eyes a-stickin' out like gooseberries! 'E comes a-bustin' into the 'tap' an' never says a word till 'e's emptied Old Amos's tankard that bein' nighest. Then 'By Goles! says 'e, lookin' round on us all, 'by Goles!
Goles to the outer deck. Goles was there. "Come!" ordered Jan, and led the way to an iron ladder. The boat rolled far to one side and again far to the other. Mrs. Goles felt as if she were clinging to the tail of a kite, but still she clung to Jan; and Jan at last made the upper deck with her. He had forgotten her husband; but when he turned to look back the muffled form was there at his heels.
Shrig, only that my time has been much occupied of late." "Veil, sir," said Mr. Shrig, puffing hard at his pipe, "from all accounts I should reckon as it 'ad. By Goles! but ve vas jest talking about you, sir, the werry i-dentical moment as you knocked at the door. I vas jest running over my little reader and telling the Corp the v'y and the v'erefore as you couldn't ha' done the deed."
On the boat-deck, as he passed up, he could hear the ship's men shouting wildly and foolishly to each other. On the top deck he found the three just as he had left them. He gave the woman and baby into the care of the bartender and felt about until he found a coil of rope. He cut it loose and, carrying it back to the raft, lashed Mrs. Goles to a ring.
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