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What was the row with Nugent?" "Lot of niggers creeping along the spit on their stomachs toward him," I answered. "Got some idea of rushing the camp for the sake of the plunder in it, I expect. But now that Mr Purchase and the port watch have gone out to back him up I think we need not hillo! that sounds like business, though, and no mistake."
Suddenly I was awoke by the thundering, crashing sound of a tremendous blow on the side of the vessel, and I found myself hove right across the cabin, clutching fast hold of Jim, who shouted out, "Hillo, Peter, what is the matter? Are we all going to be drowned?"
The reply, however, did not quite satisfy me; nothing like a gale or bad weather had occurred, and I began to suspect that we had already had a sample of the sort of life we were always to undergo at sea. "Hillo!" exclaimed Jerry soon after this, "what has come over the air, I wonder? Why, we have got into a regular red fog. What has caused it, Mr Brand; can you tell me?"
Hillo, there, below! gather and bring up here at least a cartload of dry and green boughs."
"Modest even if not true." "Inclination, like an anchor, holds me tight." "To the mud." "Nay, to a bed of roses not without their thorns." "Hillo! I have seen oysters grow on fruit-trees before now, but never an anchor in a rose-garden." "Silence, or my allegory will go to noggin-staves." "Against the rocks of my flinty discernment." "Pooh well.
I did not think I should tremble in this way when I saw him, or lose my voice or the power of motion in his presence. I will go back as soon as I can stir: I need not make an absolute fool of myself. I know another way to the house. It does not signify if I knew twenty ways; for he has seen me. "Hillo!" he cries; and he puts up his book and his pencil. "There you are! Come on, if you please."
Th' peack ov sunbrunt lies they ha' been tellin' me sin' aw coom yere! childer an o'! War. Have patience, man. You won't repent it. Tho. What mun be, mun. Aw connot ha' patience, but aw con stop. Aw'd rayther goo, though. Aw'm noan sorry to rest noather. Enter BILL. War. Here, boy! Don't let the old man go till some one comes. Exit. Bill. All right, sir! Hillo, daddy! There you are! Thank God!
By this time the boat was alongside, with Messieurs Aaron Bang, Pepperpot Wagtail, and Paul Gelid the former with his cot, and half a dozen cases of wine, and some pigs, and some poultry, all under the charge of his black servant. "Hillo," said I "Mr Wagtail is at home here, you know, Mr Bang, and so is Mr Gelid; but to what lucky chance am I indebted for your society, my dear sir?"
Thick gathering clouds obscured the sky; and the waves, like huge monsters from the deep, began to leap up on every side. I watched for some time, not liking to disturb the rest of the party unnecessarily. At last the junk gave a roll more violent than before, and nearly threw me off my legs. "Hillo! what's the matter now, shipmates?"
And the amount they ate, and the amount they slept in that immense feather bed with their feet locked together... William couldn't help a grim smile as he thought of Isabel's horror if she knew the full extent of his sentimentality. "Hillo, William!" She was at the station after all, standing just as he had imagined, apart from the others, and William's heart leapt she was alone. "Hallo, Isabel!"
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