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"Yer health, messmets," he said, raising the baler, "and wishing us all out of our difficulties." He took another sip of the muddy fluid, and nodded as he passed the tin to the next man. "Drink hearty, messmet," he said, "and pass it on. This is something like water. Reg'lar strong slab stuff as has got plenty o' victuals in it as well as drink. Reg'lar meaty water, like soup."
"'Bout done, arn't yer, Tommy?" said the man who was mending the fire. "Nay, keep the pitch hot, messmet," said Tom. "I'll just pay her over inside as soon as we've got her turned right again." "Then that's going to be now, arn't it, matey?" said the big fisherman. "Yes," said Tom, to Aleck's great satisfaction. "Lend a hand, some on yer."
"My hye! he is a joosty one," cried Billy. "It's worth waiting till now to get a treat like this, mates. Can't you smell him? Anyone going to jyne in?" "No," said Small; "we've all had plenty, my hearty. So go on, and tell us all about what you've done to-day." "All right!" cried Billy. "Now, then, messmet, she's nearly through. Now haul, my son. Hauly, hi, ho!"
He dropped down into a seat, and pulled a big stroke to send the boat's head round. "Here, help me aboard, mate," cried a voice. "And me, messmet," cried another, the two speakers holding on by the side which they had reached after being thrown from the schooner. "No, no, hold on, mates," cried Tom. "Let's get Mr Vandean first. What was that 'ere?"
"Yes, that will be capital," said the Skipper. "Right you are. Sailors allus helps a messmet. I helps you and you helps me, eh!" "Yes, of course," said Bob. "Well, I'm going to have a caulk till we gets to Portsmouth. Will you take the watch?" "The watch?" "Ay! you won't go to sleep?" "Oh, no!" said the Skipper; "I couldn't now." "I could," said the man, grinning; "look-ye here."
Lookye here, messmet, if you don't lie quiet I'll make Master Aleck come and sit on yer too." "But I'm afraid, Tom." "So'm I, my lad. Pretty sort o' onreasonable beggar. Asts us to save him from the King's men, and when we've got him off, kicking up such a fillaloo as this to show 'em where we are. I arn't got patience with him, that I arn't."
"Ahoy yonder!" roared Dumlow. "That theer arn't you, is it, Bob?" "Me it is, messmet," said Hampton, coolly. "Sure, messmet?" "Ay. All right." "Why, you arn't jyned 'em, have you, lad?" said Blane. "Ay, I've jyned, lad," replied Hampton, and then "Say, skipper, hadn't I better keep her off a pynte or two?" "Yes," shouted Jarette. "Well, I'm blessed," growled Dumlow. Then aloud "Hi!
Why, it's murder, sir, wholesale, retail, and for exportation, as the man said over his shop door in our town o' Bristol, and if we can only get at 'em well, I won't say what we'll do, but if there ain't some fatal accidents that day, my name ain't Tom." "That's so, messmet that's so," came in another deep growl.
There, your honour," he continued, turning to the captain, "you see how dark it were." "Try again, sir," said the captain, sternly. "Dick Bannock," said Dance. "Which I were o' dooty in my watch, mate," cried the man. "Ay, so you was, messmet. No, your honour, it were too dark. P'r'aps," he added, cunningly, "one o' the blacks knows." Here there was a murmur.
Now, look here, my friend, I did not ask you to join us, because I did not trust you; but you have joined us to save your skin; so you had better work for us well, or there, I will not say ugly things. You are a good sailor, Bob Hampton, and know your work, and it would be a pity if you were to be knocked overboard and drowned." "Horrid pity, messmet."
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