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"You see, Davie," resumed my uncle, as soon as he saw that I had done, "I have a venture with this man Hoseason, the captain of a trading brig, the Covenant, of Dysart. Now, if you and me was to walk over with yon lad, I could see the captain at the Hawes, or maybe on board the Covenant if there was papers to be signed; and, so far from a loss of time, we can jog on to the lawyer, Mr.
"Captain," said I, "the gentleman is seeking a dram, and the bottle's out. Will you give me the key?" They all started and turned about. "Why, here's our chance to get the fire-arms!" Riach cried; and then to me: "Hark ye, David," he said, "do ye ken where the pistols are?" "Ay, ay," put in Hoseason. "David kens; David's a good lad.
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.
Hoseason turned upon him with a flash. "What's that?" he cried. "What kind of talk is that?" "It seems it is the talk that you can understand," said Mr. Riach, looking him steadily in the face. "Mr. Riach, I have sailed with ye three cruises," replied the captain.
Ye'll just have to set me ashore as we agreed." "Ay," said Hoseason, "but my first officer is dead ye ken best how. There's none of the rest of us acquaint with this coast, sir; and it's one very dangerous to ships." "I give ye your choice," says Alan.
That must be my man, I think: Hoseason, of the brig Covenant. Would you set your trust on him?" "He didna 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?"
But it somehow runs in my mind once more that it is clearer under the land." "So?" said Hoseason. "We'll have to haul our wind then, Mr. Riach; we'll have to come as near in about the end of Mull as we can take her, sir; and even then we'll have the land to kep the wind off us, and that stoneyard on our lee. Well, we're in for it now, and may as well crack on."
"Run away aft; run away aft with ye!" cried Hoseason. The brig was sheering swiftly and giddily through a long, cresting swell. She was on the starboard tack, and on the left hand, under the arched foot of the foresail, I could see the sunset still quite bright.
"Well, well," said Alan, "and now about the price. 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.
With that he gave an order to the steersman, and sent Riach to the foretop. So, as I say, it fell to Mr. Riach to go aloft, and he sat there looking out and hailing the deck with news of all he saw. "The sea to the south is thick," he cried; and then, after a while, "it does seem clearer in by the land." "Well, sir," said Hoseason to Alan, "we'll try your way of it.
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