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"We have been just planning how to confiscate a keg of claret, which Nips, the purser, keeps under his bunk. The old nipcheese lies there drunk half the day, and there's no getting at it." "Let's get beneath the state-room and bore through the deck, and so tap it," said Lankey. The proposition was received with a shout of applause.
"We have just been planning how to confiscate a keg of claret, which Nips, the purser, keeps under his bunk. The old nipcheese lies there drunk half the day, and there's no getting at it." "Let's get beneath the stateroom and bore through the deck, and so tap it," said Lankey. The proposition was received with a shout of applause.
I am absolute mistress of my fortune, and nobody but the Chevalier Lankey has a word to say in the matter.
Nothing but babes in the cockpit and grannies in the board. Boatswain's mate, pass the word for Mr. Cheek!" Mr. Cheek, the steward, appeared and touched his hat. "Introduce Mr. Breezy to the young gentlemen. Stop! Where's Mr. Swizzle?" "At the masthead, sir." "Where's Mr. Lankey?" "At the masthead, sir." "Mr. Briggs?" "Masthead, too, sir."
"Huzza! send her up again!" cried Lankey. The auger was again applied. This time a shriek was heard from the purser's cabin. Instantly the light was doused, and the party retreated hurriedly to the cockpit. A sound of snoring was heard as the sentry stuck his head into the door. "All right, sir," he replied in answer to the voice of the officer of the deck.
"Huzza! send her up again!" cried Lankey. The auger was again applied. This time a shriek was heard from the purser's cabin. Instantly the light was doused, and the party retreated hurriedly to the cockpit. A sound of snoring was heard as the sentry stuck his head into the door. "All right, sir," he replied in answer to the voice of the officer of the deck.
"What, do you mean to say that lankey, horse-marine looking fellow is as bad as that!" said the admiral. Marchdale now turned his attention to the two new comers, upon whom he looked with some surprise, and then, turning to George, he said, "Is this gentleman a visitor?" "To Mr. Holland, I believe he is," said George; "but I have not the pleasure of knowing his name."
Nothing but babes in the cockpit and grannies in the board. Boatswain's mate, pass the word for Mr. Cheek!" Mr. Cheek, the steward, appeared and touched his hat. "Introduce Mr. Breezy to the young gentlemen. Stop! Where's Mr. Swizzle?" "At the masthead, sir." "Where's Mr. Lankey?" "At the masthead, sir." "Mr. Briggs?" "Masthead, too, sir."
The indignant sage sallied forth in his shirt, poker in hand, and a little black wig on the top of his head, instead of helmet; prepared to wreak vengeance on the assailants of his castle; but when his two young friends, Lankey and Beau, as he used to call them, presented themselves, summoning him forth to a morning ramble, his whole manner changed. "What, is it you, ye dogs?" cried he.
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