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Updated: May 10, 2025
"Well, I don't fall foul o' that, matey," said Jecks; "'cause where there's nests there's eggs, and a good noo-laid egg ain't bad meat. It's the nastiness o' their natur' that comes in there, and makes 'em eat the nest as well. What I do holler at, is their cooking dog." "And cat," said another. "And rat," cried the third.
They lit up, and began smoking, while I watched the long narrow street down which the captain and his escort must come. "Think we shall have to land the prisoners, sir?" said Jecks, after a smoky silence. "I suppose so," I replied. "I expect that is what the captain has gone ashore about." "Don't seem much good, that, sir.
Pilate all come along this way." He passed his hand involuntarily straight round his neck edgewise, as if thinking about how a knife or sword would soon be applied. "You saw them?" I cried. "Yes," he said sadly. "Allee come along. You lun away now with Ching?" "I can't leave Tom Jecks," I said. "Off with you, and try and save yourself. Never mind us." Ching looked at the injured sailor.
For my sleep the sleep of utter exhaustion had grown less troubled, the dreamy crawl in search of Mr Brooke died away, and I slept soundly there, till the sun glowing warmly upon my face made me open my eyes, to find Ching's round smooth yellow face smiling down at me, and Tom Jecks nursing his leg.
The effect was very curious: behind us the dull coppery glow becoming fainter minute by minute, as the darkness increased the blackness before us; and one's instinct seemed to warn one to turn from the black darkness to sail away towards the light. Tom Jecks took the same idea, and said, in an irritable whisper, exactly what I thought
It's all very well for a full-moon-faced Chinaman to go off and take care of himself, but it isn't English, Tom Jecks, and that you know."
"The Teaser or some other steamer; and she's running fast for harbour. Let's see: those are the Black Gull Islands to port there. Were you with us when the cutter's crew landed, Jecks?" "Yes, sir; I rowed stroke-oar, sir." "To be sure. The second one from the north had the highest ground." "Yes, sir; but you couldn't land for the surf and the shark-fin rocks, if you remember."
But Mr Reardon made no sign. He stood there gazing through the night-glass for some moments, and the captain spoke again. "Recall the boats, Mr Reardon." "I beg your pardon, sir," said the lieutenant, with quite a start. "Aloft there! Who's in the foretop?" "Ay, ay, sir; Jecks, sir." I shivered. "Hail the boats to come back."
We takes 'em, and they'll let 'em go, to start a fresh lot o' plundering junks." "Thundering junks, matey?" said Billy Wakes. "I said plundering, Billy, and meant it. Your eddication ain't what it oughter be." "No, Jecks," I said; "if the pirates are given up, they'll be executed for certain." "Who says so, sir?" "First lieutenant," I said. "Well, he ought to know, sir.
The rest is all burning heat and wandering away amongst grass and flowers and purling streams, whose trickling I seemed to hear. It was getting well on in the afternoon, I suppose, that Tom Jecks' fever came to a height.
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