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'M'rover, I says to him, 'our orders is explicit; Stiletto's reported broke down somewhere off the Start, an' we've been tryin' to coil down a new stiff wire hawser all the evenin', so it looks like towin' 'er back, don't it? I says. That more than ever jams his turrets, an' makes him keen to get rid of us. 'E even hinted that Mr.
Only, in his comprehensive orders Frankie didn't put us out of action. Thus we're a non-neglectable fightin' factor which you mightn't think from this elevation; an' m'rover, Red Fleet don't know we're 'ere. Most of us" he glanced proudly at his boots "didn't run to spurs, but we're disguised pretty devious, as you might say.
An' then we can turn 'im over to our presumably short-'anded fellow-subject in the small-coal line out yonder. He'll be pleased, says the old man, 'an' so will Antonio. M'rover, he says to Number One, 'I'll lay you a dozen o' liquorice an' ink' it must ha' been that new tawny port 'that I've got a ship I can trust for one day, 'e says.
I've been ambuscaded. Horse, foot, an' guns, I've been had, an' an' there'll be no holdin' the junior forms after this. M'rover, the 'Ead will send me with a note to Colonel Dabney to ask if what you say about bein' invited was true." "Then you'd better go in by the Lodge-gates this time, instead of chasin' your dam' boys oh, that was the Epistle to King so it was. We-el, Foxy?"
"Then a sno midshipman Moorshed was is name come up an' says somethin' in a low voice. It fetches the old man. "'You'll oblige me, 'e says, 'by takin' the wardroom poultry for that. I've ear-marked every fowl we've shipped at Madeira, so there can't be any possible mistake. M'rover, 'e says, 'tell 'em if they spill one drop of blood on the deck, he says, 'they'll not be extenuated, but hung.
"Good Lord Alive an' Watchin'!... Mrs. Bathurst...." Then with another roar: "You can say what you please, Pye, but you don't make me believe it was any of 'er fault. She wasn't that!" "If I was going to say what I please, I'd begin by callin' you a silly ox an' work up to the higher pressures at leisure. I'm trying to say solely what transpired. M'rover, for once you're right.
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