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The pain of it awakened me, and, dropping the charred end, I stumbled out into the passage, almost falling on the way as my feet entangled themselves in Captain Coffin's best table-cloth. A moment later I was rapping at Mr. George Goodfellow's door.
At length a voice answered; but it came from the end of the passage next, the street, and it was not Mr. Goodfellow's. "D n my giblets!" it said, in a kind of muffled scream. "Drunk again! Oh, you nasty image!" It was the barber's accursed parrot. I could hear it tearing with its beak at the bars of its cage, as if struggling to pull off the cloth which covered it.
For two days scores of men searched every likely spot, but never a clue they found, except Goodfellow's hat, which lay in a peat-hag at no great distance from the post where the mail-bags had been hung. Then some said it was a dream that guided them some one thought of an old, disused road along which there was possibility the lost men might have made their way.
Jack Rogers; "and I'd best be off to Falmouth and get the bills printed at once." "Indeed?" said Miss Belcher, dryly. "And pray how are you proposing to describe him?" "Why, as for that, I should have thought Harry's description here, backed up by Mr. Goodfellow's, was enough to lay a trail upon any man.
He stood for a moment or two reflective, tapping his snuff-box. "Mr. Goodfellow is a carpenter, I understand." "At your service, sir." Mr. Goodfellow's hand went halfway to his waistcoat pocket, as if to produce his business card. "I seem to remember, Mr. Goodfellow that you carry a bag of tools in the boat?" "Yes, sir." "Including, no doubt, an auger, or, at any rate, a fair-sized gimlet?"
Now take me to see the spot." But at this point Mr. Goodfellow's emotions overmastered him, and he broke forth into the language of rhapsody. "O woman, woman!" exclaimed Mr. Goodfellow, "whatever would the world do without your wondrous instink!" "Bless the man!" Miss Belcher drew back a pace "is he talking of me?" "No, ma'am; generally, or, as you might say, of the sex as a whole.
"His name's Coffin. He came here from Falmouth." For a moment Mr. Rogers did not appear to catch the words. His eyes travelled from my face to Mr. Goodfellow's. "You, too?" "Knew him intimate. Know him? Why, I live but two doors away from him in the same court." "Look here," said Mr.
"I don't see that it's any business of yours what my father pays for his house!" said I, my flush of pleasure changing to one of annoyance. I glanced round for Captain Coffin's support, but he had walked indoors, no doubt in despair of Mr. Goodfellow's loquacity. "No?" queried Mr. Goodfellow. "No, I dare say not; but you just wait till you fall in love.
Goodfellow's jaw hung as though loosed from its tacklings. So we waited for twenty seconds, maybe; but no third scream came down from the heights. "That makes one accounted for," said Dr. Beauregard. "I have known, first and last, eleven parties who hunted treasure on this island. They all quarrelled.
Sure enough, in a moment Glass's eyelids fluttered a little, and he came back to life with an audible catch of the breath. "In two minutes' time, sir" the Doctor turned to Captain Branscome "I shall be glad of your services, and of Mr. Goodfellow's, to carry the fellow down to the boat that is to say, if, in deference to the ladies, you have really decided not to leave him here to his fate.
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