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Come!" Bennie D. came, under compulsion. Seth half led, half dragged him to the bow, and, bending down, uncoiled a rope and put it in his hands. "Them's the jib halliards," he explained. "Haul on 'em quick and hard as you can. If we can h'ist the jib we can get some steerage way on her, maybe. Haul! haul till you can't haul no more. Then hang on till I come back and make fast."
"Carryin' every rag she can h'ist," he observed; "nobody at the wheel, land dead ahead and breakers under the bows. Looks to me as if 'twas liable to be a short v'yage and a lively one. But the for'ard lookout says all's well and he ought to know; he's had more experience aboard gift-shop ships, I presume likely, than I have.
Kobbe's cough of deeper warning and high-mounting blushes on his account nerved him. "We've h'isted of 'er," he shouted with desperate defiance, "and thar she blows, don't she, by clam! on the full, the free, the glorious, an' the ever-lastin' h'ist!" A sturdy round of applause was not wanting, but on this point Mrs. Kobbe was visibly sceptical: she received her lord with sniffs of disdain.
Occasionally he retorted in kind, but his usual and most effective weapon was a more or less delicate sarcasm. Issachar did not understand sarcasm and under rapid fire he was inclined to lose his head. "Consarn it!" he snapped, irritably, on one occasion. "Consarn it, Al, why don't you h'ist up on t'other end of that j'ist? What do you cal'late you're out here along of me for; to look harnsome?"
You ain't de Grand President of de Order of de Folded Laigs, tho' you shorely does ack lak it. You's s'posed to be doin' somethin' fur yore keep an' wages. H'ist yo'se'f an' move." "I ain't doin' nothin'!" Jeff protested spiritlessly. "Dat you ain't!" agreed Aunt Dilsey. "An' whut you better do is better do somethin' tha's my edvices to you.
"Hi! hi! hi!" yelled the gang in reply. "Oh, ain't he a beauty! Look at de cotton waddin' on his head!" Throw that ladder down; we're comin' up there don't make no diff'rence whether we got yer permish or not and we'll knock the stuffin' out o' ye if ye put up any job on us. H'ist out that ladder!"
Yeh can h'ist th' light up with a string, and every mornin' before we go out we'll look too, and a white rag'll bring us quick as we can git there. We don't say nothin' about what we owe yeh, fur that ain't our way, but we sticks to each other from this on." Catherine's eyes were moist. She looked at Henderson. His face had no expression in it at all.
Nothing under heaven gives us a h'ist, and I'm just goin' to quit the folderol and pad it on foot, as I used to when I was cap'n of the 'Liza Ann durn it! And so, with his bag in his hand, he started rapidly down the road in the direction of Shannondale.
Chorus So h'ist up the John B. sails, See how the mainsail set, Send for the captain shore, let us go home, Let me go home, let me go home, I feel so break-up, I vant to go home. The first mate he got drunk, Break up the people trunk, Constable come aboard, take him away; Mr. John stone, leave us alone, I feel so break-up, I vant to go home. Chorus So h'ist up the John B. sails, etc., etc.
An' after you've found it, an' got 'em all out of this jack-pot, you'll h'ist up on your hind legs an' tell 'em the whole damn facts in the case, an' if Win jumps in an' just naturally mops up hell with you, it'll be just what you've got comin' to you if he does a good job, it will." Mile after mile the horses drifted before the wind, heads hung low and ears drooping.
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