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The glare of his torch immediately swept far ahead, and struck with gladsome beam on the now wakeful eye of the captain, who instantly greeted it with one of his own peculiarly powerful and eminently nautical roars. "Hooroo!" yelled Larry, in reply, dashing forward at full speed. "Here we are all right, capting, comin' to the rescue; don't give in, capting; pitch into the blackguards "
"There goes the first!" said Bill Bowls, looking up at the ragged hole that was left. "Faix, but it's not the last!" cried Flinders, as another stray shot hit the ship, wounding one of the men, and sending a splinter so close past the Irishman that it grazed his cheek. "Hooroo, boys! come on, the more the merrier! Sure it's death or victory we'll be havin' in half-an-hour."
"Be the mortial," cried the Irishman, starting up like a Jack-in-the-box, and throwing off his coat, "I'm Larry O'Neil, at yer sarvice. Hooroo! come on, av' ye want to be purtily worked off." Instantly the man's hand was on the hilt of his revolver; but, before he could draw it, the rest of the company started up and overpowered the belligerents.
Maybe you meet lots of good-lookeeng young man at Señor Merriwell's. We make the marriage for you." "Oh, no," protested Juanita. "That ees the way they do in Mexico. I like the way the American girl do. She make her own marriage. She catch the man she want. She not have to take the one her people say she must marry. No one for me ees to make the match." "Hooroo for you!" cried Barney.
As became loyal Parretts, the juniors pulled into the bank to let the four-oar pass, and, not content with this act of homage, they volunteered a round of vehement applause into the bargain. "Bravo! Well rowed, our house! Two to one on Parrett's! Three cheers for Bloomfield! Three cheers for the captain! Hooroo!"
"Hallo! hi! hooroo!" came at that moment from a long distance to the right, in unmistakable tones. "Here he is, down this way. Stop, you big thief! Howld him. Dick! Have ye got him?" There was a general rush and scramble towards the owner of the bass voice, and Tom, who at once perceived the ruse, went quietly off in the opposite direction.
When they reached the spot whence it had apparently issued, the mis'nary, or ex-pirate, was nowhere to be seen. "Hooroo! whar' is you?" shouted Betsy, looking round. "Here!" cried a half-smothered voice from somewhere in the earth. "Oh! look!" exclaimed Zariffa in a sort of squeal as she ran towards a spot where two strange plants seemed to have sprung up. "Rosco's legs!" said Betsy, aghast.
Having thus cleared his conscience, Ned committed the cash to his vest pocket, and presented the purse with its remaining contents to the rats in a neighbouring sewer. Almost immediately afterwards he met an Irishman, an old friend. "Terence, my boy, well met!" he said, offering his hand. "Hooroo! Ned Frog, sure I thought ye was in limbo!" "You thought right, Terry; only half-an-hour out.
"Everything's packed, and she's given it all to Billy, and it's on old Polly by now." Polly was the packhorse. "Such a jolly, big bundle and everything covered over with cabbage leaves to keep it cool." "Hooroo for Casey! Well, scurry and get dressed, old girl. I bet you keep us waiting at the last." "I'm sure I won't," was the indignant answer, as Norah ran off through the hail.
"Out wid ye!" he cried, "the Act of Emancipation's passed, and ye're all free ivery mother's son of ye." Accustomed to his voice and his caressing hand, the astonished creatures seemed to look up at him in surprise. "Be aff, at wance, hooroo!" cried the excited man, with a clap of his hands and a Donnybrook yell that sent all the "pets" leaping and squealing into their native jungle.
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