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"Look you, sir, it's only a mean shcoundrel that voud call a pound a week too much for good vittles. I'll put it thick on him, I will!" "Stop that, or I'll have you turned out of the ship at once," said Mr Jellaby, as the Jew made a dart at "Downy," who dodged behind the marine sentry on the quarter-deck; while he repeated his injunction to the defaulter. "Pay the man his money and let him go."
"Nothing to what's coming," went on Mr Jellaby, pleased that his efforts at comic narrative under such difficulties had been so far successful, the chaplain not objecting to the secular amusement from any conscientious scruples.
Just then, Mr Jellaby, who had gone forward in the meantime to see if there were any traces there of the accident, returned aft, looking more serious than I had ever seen him before. "His head struck against one of the flukes of the sheet-anchor, sir," he reported to Captain Farmer who had sent him on the errand.
"I thought we were going to have bad luck," observed Mr Stormcock, who had made his appearance again on the quarter-deck on hearing the boatswain's pipe for all hands. "We haven't seen the worst of it yet, I'm afraid." "Shut up, you old croaker," said Mr Jellaby. "Why, you're a regular Jonah with your prophecies of evil!"
Presently, the effects of the brandy told upon the poor fellow and he sprang suddenly to his feet by a sort of spasmodic effort, knocking Corporal Macan backwards into the water which was washing about the deck around us as he stood up. "Ah los marineros cobardes!" he cried. "Vamos printo, hascia abajo!" "Hullo, Vernon," said Mr Jellaby. "What's he talking about now, eh?"
Instantly, the word being passed by the boatswain's mates as before, so that the order reached the lieutenant in charge of the working party at the capstan above almost as soon as Mr Jellaby sang out from the lower deck forward, the music stopped suddenly, as if the drummer and fifer had both been shot on the spot.
"I say, Charley," observed Mr Jellaby, "have you seen our `sky pilot' yet?" "No, `Joe," replied the other. "He didn't come into the wardroom till after dinner, and I had to go on deck for the first watch, and so didn't see him." "Well, he's the greenest chaplain I ever saw on board ship before," went on "Joe," with a chuckle of merriment.
It was the face of a dead woman, over whose marble-like features the water rippled as the ship lurched, tossing her long hair about as if playing with it and giving her the appearance of being alive. "Poor thing!" I whispered to Mr Jellaby, who was near me and also gazing down at her, the presence of the dead making me drop my voice. "She was drowned, I suppose?"
"I may have done so, my dear young gentleman," he replied with a faint smile, patting me on the head in an affectionate sort of way, as if he were caressing a pet poodle, so at least Mr Jellaby said afterwards to the other fellows; "but, I have no recollection of it, I assure you.
"You're a nice fellow!" cried the doctor to Mr Jellaby on our approaching near enough to hear what he said. "It won't be your fault if we're not all drowned here like rats in a hole and never reach the ship. As for the cutter, I believe she's swamped already!"
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