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Updated: May 7, 2025
You'll git rheumatiz, or somethin' o' that sort, if you go on longer, so I'm resolved that you shan't do it there!" "Molly, cushla!" said Machowl, in a modest tone, "I hope you won't clap a stopper on my goin' under water for some time yit plaze." Molly laughed. "Oh! It's all very well for you to poke fun at me, Mister Machowl," said Mrs Baldwin, "but you're young yet, an' my Joe's past his prime.
At all events it suffered further corruption from his companions in the boat, for Baldwin and Maxwell called him Dworro, while Rooney Machowl named him Dwarry. This diversity of pronunciation, however, seemed a matter of no consequence to the stolid boatman, who, when directly addressed, answered to any name that people chose to give him.
Within an hour after the foregoing conversation Molly Machowl was left disconsolate in the pagoda under the care of Chok-foo, while the Rajah's gun-boat was steaming out to sea with Edgar, Baldwin, Rooney, Maxwell, and Ram-stam added to her warlike crew. Steam has pretty well subdued time. Fifty years ago it was a mighty feat to "put a circle round the globe."
Elsewhere were strewn about stones for repairing the pier, and various building tools. "Has Machowl come on board yet?" asked Baldwin, as he stepped on the deck. "Ah, I see he has. Well, Rooney lad, are you prepared to go down?" "Yis, sur, I am." Rooney Machowl, who stepped forward as he spoke, was a fine specimen of a man, and would have done credit to any nationality.
"What a sight you are, Rooney!" said Mrs Machowl, pausing between bites to look at her husband. "Sure it's the same may be said of yoursilf, cushla!" replied Rooney, stuffing his child's mouth with sweet potato. "Yes, but it's what a fright you are, I mane," said Mrs Machowl.
They went into partnership, and continued for years struggling together at the bottom of the sea. Mrs Machowl tended the amiable Teddy during the early, or chokable period of infancy, but when he had safely passed that season, his father took him in hand, and taught him to dive. He began by tumbling him into a washing-tub at odd times, in order to accustom him to water.
Baldwin was right in this prophecy, for in a few months Rooney Machowl became one of the best and coolest divers on his staff. We need not try the reader's patience with an account of Edgar's descent, which immediately followed that of the Irishman. Let it suffice to say that he too accomplished, with credit and with less demonstration, his first descent to the bottom of the sea.
He was followed closely by Rooney Machowl, who dealt the man as he rose a sounding slap on the right cheek, which would certainly have tumbled him over again had it not been followed by an equally sounding slap on the left cheek, which "brought him up all standing." Catching sight at that moment of Mr Hazlit and Aileen, Rooney stopped short and stood confused. "Murder!" shrieked the injured man.
He unfortunately turned into a wrong one, when the fugitive was for a moment hidden by a thicket, and immediately lost all trace of him. Meanwhile Rooney Machowl, hearing the merchant's shout, turned aside to respond to it. He met Mr Hazlit right in the teeth, and, owing to his not expecting an assault, had, like Edgar, well-nigh fallen by the hand of his friend.
When the rulers and grandees of some Eastern nations live by plunder, what can be expected of the people? The few captives who survived were sent ashore. Among them were our English friends. About this time there hung a dark cloud over the pagoda in Hong-Kong. Even the bright eyes of Molly Machowl could not pierce through this cloud. Rooney himself had lost much of his hopeful disposition.
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