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Tom Tully, I'm 'bout ashamed o' you. I shouldn't ha' thought as a fellow with such a pigtail as you've got to your headpiece would say such a thing of his orsifer." "Then what call's he got to go and desart us for like this here, messmet?" growled Tom Tully.
"That's right, sir; but I shan't feel safe then. Eh, Tom Bodger?" "Right, messmet; they'll be ferreting all along the coast arter yer. Tell you what I should do if I was you." "What?" said the man, eagerly. "Have a good wash up in the morning, and then jump in a boat and go and board the sloop like a man." "What!"
"Stand by, my lad, stand by," replied the other, making a dart back at the helm just as the cutter was beginning to fall off. "Look ye here, messmet, air you agoin' to make my head shipshape, or air you not?" growled Tom Tully; and then, before his hairdresser could finish tying the last knot, the lieutenant came on deck.
"Running clear now, sir; but in another moment you'd ha' been right on the East Skerries." "What!" cried Tom. "Don't holler, mate," said the smuggler, drily. "Mebbe there's one o' the man-o'-war's boats." "Running right on the East Skerries! Right you are, messmet. That was the tide going into the Marmaid's Kitchen.
The words seemed to galvanise the group into action, twice as many men offering to help as were needed, and in another few minutes, to the owner's delight, the boat was turned over, with the iron-plated keel settling down in the fine shingle and the rough inner workmanship showing in the dim twilight. "Now," cried Tom, "just that drop o' pitch. Power it in, messmet. That's your sort.
"Well," said the man, "it's like this, messmet; they is and they arn't, if you can make that out. They'll scuttle away like rats if they can; but if they can't, they'll fight that savage that nothing's like it; and if it is to come to a fight, all I've got to say is, as the chap as hasn't got his cutlash as sharp as ever it can be made 'll be very sorry for it."
"Singing down deny, down deny, down deny down, Sing " "Easy, messmet, d'yer hear," growled Tom Tully, straining his head round to look appealingly at the operator on his tail. "Why don't yer leave off singing till you've done?" "Just you lay that there nose o' your'n straight amidships," cried Billy, using the tail as if it was a tiller, and steering the sailor's head into the proper position.
Here, I feel as if I'd never been to sea and took bearings in my life, Master Aleck!" "Yes; what is it?" "Don't you never trust me again." "But do you mean to say that you can't see those rocks just abeam, Tom Bodger?" "Not a rock on 'em, messmet; but I can hear the bladder-wrack washing in and out." "But you, Master Aleck?"
"Harkye here, messmates; I says as chaps as'd half kill such a orficer as Mr Russell, who's as fine a gen'leman as ever stepped, 'd murder a King as soon as look at him." "Ay, ay," came in a low growl. "And if any o' you thinks different to my sentiments, let him speak out like a man." "That's what we all think, messmet," came in another growl. "And there you are, sir, and them's fax.
Bob, lad, what's to be done?" "'Bout what?" came back from the wheel. "Air we to let 'em pitch us overboard, or air we to jyne?" "Jyne," growled Bob Hampton. "Jyne it is, messmet," said Dumlow, in his low growling tone. "Here, unlash these blessed ropes, they're a-cuttin' into my arms like hooroar." "And you'll join us too, Barney?" said Jarette. "I does same as my two mates," said Blane.
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