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"Only too glad to have recollected about the matches." "Ah," said the mate; "and if you could only recollect the scoundrel who sent them, he should pay for the damage, eh, Captain Strong?" "Yes," said the captain; "it was a cruel trick, for the sake of saving a few pounds. But, as I said before, Jimpny, I shall not forget last night's work."
To which Mark gave a most emphatic "No," and declared himself quite ready for the start. "He's about the most misfortnatest chap as ever was born, Jimpny is," said Billy Widgeon. "He do get it bad and no mistake, allus." For the stowaway had been at once taken up to the hospital, as the shady spot under the cocoa-nut trees had to find him lying there looking already quite another man.
"Only what, my boy?" said Mrs Strong eagerly. "That," said Mark "the fire. Jimpny, hold Bruff and don't let him come after me. Lie down, sir. Let no one else show outside the trees." "What are you going to do, Mark?" cried Mary. "Put out the fire," he said quickly. "It will betray where we are."
About every twenty-four hours Mr Gregory was finding fault with David Jimpny, who seemed to be one of those unfortunates who never succeed. From scraps of his history, which he insisted upon retailing to Mark when he could find him alone, it seemed that his life had been so many scenes of trouble. "I'm a-trying hard, sir, as hard as I can, to be a sailor, but I don't get on.
Jimpny groaned and seemed to cling spasmodically to the shrouds as the great seaman slipped the end of the rope round him and made it fast. After which he passed the other end of the rope over a stay and lowered it down to the deck. "Ready below?" he shouted. "All right!" came up. "You get a bit higher, youngster. That's your sort. Now, my London prime, let go with them hands."
I can't say a good word for you as a sailor, but you have saved this ship by coming aboard, and if Captain Strong " "What about him?" said the captain. "Oh, I see; you were talking to Jimpny here. Ah! he has his strong points, you see, Gregory. I shall not forget what took place last night." "Don't talk about it, sir," said the stowaway in a shamefaced fashion.
"There were chests of 'em down below where I lay," said Jimpny eagerly. "I could smell 'em strong all the time." "Smell them?" cried Mr Gregory. "Yes, sir, onion phosphory smell, you know." "Hurrah!" cried the first-mate excitedly. "Axes, my lad, and lanterns. We know now."
"Do you think I could get round at the back through the jungle?" said Mark, addressing Jimpny. "No," said the latter. "I've tried it lots of times. You couldn't get a quarter of a mile through the woods in a day. There's no getting in till you come to the little river." "And that is past the camp," said Mark sadly. "Ah!"
Another minute and he was as high, holding on with both hands, and listening to the buzz of voices on deck, but particularly careful not to look down again. "I'll think about what I'm doing," he said to himself, "and then I sha'n't be afraid." "Hullo! Jimpny," he said aloud, "what's the matter?" and, setting one hand at liberty, he gave the man a slap on the shoulder. "Don't, don't!
Jack does, and so does old Bruff; and as for David Jimpny, `Let me live and die here, he says, `for I didn't know as there was such places in the world. But Mr Small says `No, he says, `We've got to make that there boat, he says, and he's a nigger-driving all day long. Blow the boat! I wish as it had never been begun, and the gig was burned."
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