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"'Hillo! says the huntsman, pulling down the blanket and what should he see but the old hag's flank all in a gore of blood. "'Ow, ow! you old divil is it you? you ould cat! says he, opening the door.
"Hillo!" ejaculated the skipper, turning hastily to the binnacle, as the first sounds were heard, and taking the bearing of them, as nearly as possible; "there's something wrong with the Indiaman; it sounds very much as though one of the rascally, prowling, French lugger privateers had run him aboard and "
"Hillo!" he cried, pointing with the glazed hat with which he had been fanning himself. "Here away in the northeast. Going down the coast for better fishing, I guess." "An eagle, as I live!" exclaimed the Doctor, following with his cane the direction of the Skipper's hat.
"Hillo, Singleton, what are you doing back here, and at this moment, above all others?" exclaimed the Consul, rising and holding out his hand. "I was in hopes that you were safely back in the old country long ago." "Indeed?" said Jack, taking the other's proffered hand. "Why safely back? Is Cuba, then, an especially dangerous place for an Englishman just now?"
I started up, and there appeared to be a tremendous clattering and pattering about the room. "I say, Harry, what are you heaving at me?" sung out Jerry, springing up also. "Rather, what are you throwing at me?" I retorted. "Hillo! what's the matter?" cried the doctor; "I felt something soft slip through my fingers animals of some sort what can they be?"
"Oh, the Government promised him a superannuated pension when he's no longer fit for work; but, as he finds he must go on shore to receive it, he is obliged to keep afloat; though he's been so many years at it that no one remembers when he first came on the station." "He must be a rum old joker," observed Duff. "Hillo, here comes old Monsieur Collet with his cargo of ginger-beer.
I had gone through some five or six of them, when a voice, which I felt sure I had often heard, hailed "Hillo! shipmate, what part of the world do you come from?" The faint light which came through the door was obscured by the figure of a seaman. "Why!" I exclaimed, forgetting that I was dumb, as he stepped into the room, "why, if I can believe my senses, there is Jack Stretcher himself."
All this had happened in a minute. Trelyon was the first to regain his self-command. He walked deliberately forward, held out his hand, and said, "Hillo, Roscorla! back in England again? I didn't know you were coming." "No," said Mr. Roscorla, with his face grown just a trifle grayer "no, I suppose not." In point of fact, he had not informed any one of his coming.
It was "Balm o' Joy" Brackett, pursuing his humble vocation and using his familiar method of attracting customers to their doors. "Shet up that clack!" roared the Cap'n. "Hillo, hullo, hallah, gallant Captain," chirped Brackett, imperturbable under the seaman's glare. "I trust that glory floods your soul and all the world seems gay."
"Ye Spaniards, quake! our doughty Drake a royal swan is tested, On wing and oar, from shore to shore, the raging main who breasted: But never needs to chant his deeds, like swan that lies a-dying, So far his name, by trump of fame, around the sphere is flying." "Hillo ho! schoolmaster!" shouted a voice from behind; "move on, and make way for Father Neptune!"
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