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"'Ow 'orribly 'eavy it is, hain't it?" gasped Mivins, after dancing round the main-hatch till he was nearly exhausted. "Heavy!" cried Buzzby, whose appearance was such that you would have hesitated to say whether his breadth or length was greater "heavy, d'ye say? It must be your sperrits wot's heavy, then, for I feel as light as a feather myself."
"Starboard hard!" yelled Davie Summers, as he observed his master's danger. "Starboard it is!" replied Mivins, and leaping aside to avoid the shock, he allowed Grim to pass. Grim knew his man, however, and had held himself in hand, so that in a moment he pulled up and was following close on his heels.
But for many hours there was no sign of the boats, and the crew of the Dolphin began to entertain the most gloomy forebodings regarding them. At length, towards morning, a small speck of light was noticed on the weather-beam. It flickered for a moment, and then disappeared. "Did ye see yon?" said Saunders to Mivins in an agitated whisper, laying his huge hand on the shoulder of that worthy.
"Och! isn't it a purty sight," remarked O'Riley to Mivins, "to see us all goin' out like good little childers to see the sun rise of a beautiful mornin' like this?" "So it his," answered Mivins; "but I wish it wasn't quite so cold." It was indeed cold so cold that the men had to beat their hands together, and stamp their feet, and rush about like real children, in order to keep their bodies warm.
"Supper's ready, sir," said Mivins, coming up the hatchway, and touching his cap. "Look here, Mivins," said O'Riley, as the captain went below, "can you point out the mornin' star to me, lad?" "The morning star?" said Mivins slowly, as he thrust his hands into the breast of his jumper, and gazed upwards into the dark sky, where the starry host blazed in Arctic majesty. "No, hof course, I can't.
Fred and the young surgeon, too, worked like the rest, with their coats off, handkerchiefs bound round their heads, and shirt-sleeves tucked up to their shoulders. At last the tide rose inch by inch, and slowly, as if it grudged to give them even a chance of escape. Mivins grew impatient and unbelieving under it. "I don't think it'll rise another hinch," he remarked to O'Riley, who stood near him.
Mivins was evidently a little puffed up with a feeling of satisfaction at the clever way in which he had got out of the difficulty without displaying his ignorance of astronomy, and was even venturing, in the pride of his heart, to make some speculative and startling assertions in regard to the "'eavenly bodies" generally, when Buzzby put his head up the hatchway.
Fred and the young surgeon, too, worked like the rest, with their coats off, handkerchiefs bound round their heads, and shirt-sleeves tucked up to their shoulders. At last the tide rose inch by inch, and slowly, as if it grudged to give them even a chance of escape. Mivins grew impatient and unbelieving under it. "I don't think it'll rise another hinch," he remarked to O'Riley, who stood near him.
'Are you going through the court, sir? inquired Mr. Smangle. 'Through the what? said Mr. Pickwick. 'Through the court Portugal Street the Court for Relief of You know. 'Oh, no, replied Mr. Pickwick. 'No, I am not. 'Going out, perhaps? suggested Mr. Mivins. 'I fear not, replied Mr. Pickwick. 'I refuse to pay some damages, and am here in consequence. 'Ah, said Mr.
"Look out ahead!" shouted Green, the carpenter's mate; "there's a sail bearing down on your larboard bow." Mivins, who had the ball before him at the moment, saw his own satellite, Davie, coming down towards him with vicious intentions. He quietly pushed the ball before him for a few yards, then kicked it far over the boy's head, and followed it up like an antelope.
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