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The tide at the tail of the land ran very strong, and threw the brig about. This would have been the greater danger had not the sea been for some while free of obstacles. Mr. Riach, besides, announced from the top that he saw clear water ahead. "Ye were right," said Hoseason to Alan. "Ye have saved the brig, sir. I'll mind that when we come to clear accounts."
"There are some pretty men gone to the bottom," said the stranger, "that I would rather see on the dry land again than half a score of boats." "Friends of yours?" said Hoseason. "You have none such friends in your country," was the reply. "They would have died for me like dogs." "Well, sir," said the captain, still watching him, "there are more men in the world than boats to put them in."
That must be my man, I think: Hoseason, of the brig Covenant. Would you set your trust on him?" "He didnae behave very well to you and Alan," said Mr. Stewart; "but my mind of the man in general is rather otherwise. If he had taken Alan on board his ship on an agreement, it's my notion he would have proved a just dealer. How say ye, Rob?"
Never a word they spoke as they pulled ashore, being stunned with the horror of that screaming; but they had scarce set foot upon the beach when Hoseason woke up, as if out of a muse, and bade them lay hands upon Alan.
"Well, sir," says Alan, "I am nae weathercock. Thirty guineas, if ye land me on the sea-side; and sixty, if ye put me in the Linnhe Loch." "But see, sir, where we lie we are but a few hours' sail from Ardnamurchan," said Hoseason. "Give me sixty, and I'll set ye there." "And I'm to wear my brogues and run jeopardy of the red-coats to please you?" cries Alan.
You're not the only one, I'll tell you that. There's many a man hoeing tobacco over-seas that should be mounting his horse at his own door at home; many and many! And life is all a variorum, at the best. Look at me: I'm a laird's son and more than half a doctor, and here I am, man-Jack to Hoseason!" I thought it would be civil to ask him for his story. He whistled loud. "Never had one," said he.
It was Mr. Riach, crying out as if upon a sudden thought: "Couldn't we wile him out of the round-house?" "He's better where he is," returned Hoseason; "he hasn't room to use his sword." "Well, that's true," said Riach; "but he's hard to come at." "Hut!" said Hoseason.
It's no very easy for me to set a name upon it; I would first have to ken some small matters. I would have to ken, for instance, what ye gave Hoseason at the first off-go?" "Hoseason!" cries my uncle, struck aback. "What for?" "For kidnapping David," says Alan. "It's a lee, it's a black lee!" cried my uncle. "He was never kidnapped. He leed in his throat that tauld ye that. Kidnapped?
That must be my man, I think: Hoseason, of the brig Covenant. Would you set your trust on him?" "He didnae behave very well to you and Alan," said Mr. Stewart; "but my mind of the man in general is rather otherwise. If he had taken Alan on board his ship on an agreement, it's my notion he would have proved a just dealer. How say ye, Rob?"
Away on the lee bow, a thing like a fountain rose out of the moonlit sea, and immediately after we heard a low sound of roaring. "What do ye call that?" asked the captain gloomily. "The sea breaking on a reef," said Alan. "And now ye ken where it is; and what better would ye have?" "Ay," said Hoseason, "if it was the only one."
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