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Near midsummer our coast was mightily outraged by the sailings of the Sink or Swim, Jim Tall, master Jagger's new schooner, trading our ports and the harbours of the Newfoundland French Shore, with a case of smallpox in the forecastle.
'Jagger's gone an' laid that word by an' forgot where he put it. 'But you, Skipper Jim, says I, 'you; what you doin' this here for? 'Well, Docks, says he, 'Jagger, says he, 'says 'tis a clever thing t' do, an' I'm thinkin', says he, 'that Jagger's near right. Anyhow, says he, 'Jagger's my owner."
And now the coast knew of the open war; and great tales came to us of Jagger's laughter and loose-mouthed boasting of his hate and ridicule and defiant cursing: so that the doctor wisely conceived him to be upon the verge of some cowardly panic.
"But do you tell your father," he went on, "that Jagger's not sick." "Not sick?" cried Timmie, under his breath. "Tell your father that I heared Jagger say he'd prove the doctor a coward or drown him." Timmie laughed.
"I knows," Jonas pursued, doggedly, though it went against the grain, "that last week he wrecked the Jessie Dodd on the Ragged Edge at Wayfarer's Tickle. I knows that she was insured for her value and fifteen hundred quintal o' Labrador fish. I knows that they wasn't a fish aboard. I knows that every fish is safe stowed in Jagger's stores. I knows that the schooner lies near afloat at high tide.
And, next day, the wind being still unfavourable, he had Timmie row him ashore, that he might pass an hour in talk with the men on Jagger's wharf: for there was nothing better to do, and the wreck of the Jessie Dodd was food of the choicest for water-side gossip. "Die!" cried Skipper Tommy, much distressed. "That's fair awful. Poor man! So sick as that?"
But while there was doubt as to the fatherland of the little colony of Pikes at Jagger's Bend, their every neighbor would willingly make affidavit as to the cause of their locating and remaining at the Bend.
He had essayed to turn in but 'twas rough water outside and he had caroused with Jagger's crew all the way from Wayfarer's Tickle and 'twas very rough water and he had fallen headlong down the companion and they had picked him up and put him in his berth, where he lay unconscious. 'Twas sweet news to me. "You'll not go?" I whispered to the doctor.
"Tell un," Jonas whispered, speaking in haste and great excitement, "that Jagger's as hearty drunk as ever he was loaded t' the gunwale with rum an' hate in dread o' the trade o' broom-makin' desperate t' get clear o' the business o' the Jessie Dodd. Tell un he wants t' drown the doctor atween your harbour an' Wayfarer's Tickle. Tell un t' give no heed t' the message. Tell un t' " "Oh, Lard!"
Miss Havisham received me as usual, and I explained to her that I was to start for London on the morrow, and that I had come into a fortune, for which I was more grateful than I could express. She asked me a number of questions, and then said: "Well, you have a promising career before you. Be good, deserve it, and abide by Mr. Jagger's instructions. Good-bye, Pip."
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