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I saw Pyecroft's arm fly up; heard at the same moment the severing of the tense rope, the working of the wheel, Moorshed's voice down the tube saying, "Astern a little, please, Mr. Hinchcliffe!" and Pyecroft's cry, "Trawler with her gear down! Look out for our propeller, Sir, or we'll be wrapped up in the rope."
About the longitude of Cassocks, Hinchcliffe yawned. "Aren't we goin' to maroon our Robert? I'm hungry, too." "The commodore wants his money back," I answered. "If he drives like this habitual, there must be a tidyish little lump owin' to him," said Pyecroft. "Well, I'm agreeable." "I didn't know it could be done. S'welp me, I didn't," our guest murmured. "But you will," said Kysh.
"Fog got patchy here at 12:27," said Henry Salt Hinchcliffe, growing clearer every instant in the dawn. "Went down to Brixham Harbour to keep out of the road. Heard whistles to the south and went to look. I had her up to sixteen good. Morgan kept on shedding private Red Fleet signals out of the signal-book, as the fog cleared, till we was answered by three destroyers.
L. Carteret-Jones, and the sooner he digs out in pursuance of Admiralty orders as received at Portsmouth, the better pleased Commander Fasset will be. But there's a lot more " "Whack her up, Mr. Hinchcliffe! Come on to the bridge. We can settle it as we go. Well?" Mr. Pyecroft drew an important breath, and slid off his cap. "Day an' night private signals of Red Fleet complete, Sir!"
Of the bridge remained only a few wildly vibrating hop-poles, and those hurdles which had been sunk in the mud of the approaches. "She she kicked out all the loose ones behind her as she finished with 'em," Hinchcliffe panted. "At the Agricultural Hall they would 'ave been fastened down with ribbons," said Pyecroft. "But this ain't Olympia." "She nearly wrenched the tiller out of my hand.
"Don't you fret about things turnin' up," was the reply. Hinchcliffe had given the car a generous throttle, and she was well set to work, when, without warning, the road there are two or three in Sussex like it turned down and ceased. "Holy Muckins!" he cried, and stood on both brakes as our helpless tyres slithered over wet grass and bracken down and down into forest early British woodland.
We're visiting friends among these kopjes." A monotonous bellowing up the road persisted, where the carrier was still calling for corpses. "That's Agg. He's Hinch's cousin. You aren't fortunit in your family connections, Hinch. 'E's usin' language in derogation of good manners. Go and abolish 'im." Henry Salt Hinchcliffe stalked back to the cart and spoke to his cousin.
"He's bung in the fairway. How'm I to get past?" said Hinchcliffe. "There's no room. Here, Pye, come and relieve the wheel!" "Nay, nay, Pauline. You've made your own bed. You've as good as left your happy home an' family cart to steal it. Now you lie on it." "Ring your bell," I suggested. "Glory!" said Pyecroft, falling forward into the nape of Hinchcliffe's neck as the car stopped dead.
Hinchcliffe consoled 'im as well as service conditions permits of, an' we had a resume-supper at the back o' the Camber secluded an' lugubrious! Then one thing leadin' up to another, an' our orders, except about anchorin' where he's booked for, leavin' us a clear 'orizon, Number Two Six Seven is now mind the edge of the wharf here!"
We regained our own craft, cackling like wild geese, and crowded round Moorshed and Hinchcliffe. Behind us the Agatha's boat, returning from her fish-selling cruise, yelled: "Have 'ee done the trick? Have 'ee done the trick?" and we could only shout hoarsely over the stern, guaranteeing them rum by the hold-full.
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