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Go home, it's gettin' late, and if ye happen to be passing this way to-morrow you may give us a call." Thus Simon O'Rook prosecuted his courtship. In process of time he married the widow, and was finally installed as master of the juvenile Holly Tree in the suburbs, while his wife conducted the parent stem in town. Vegetables and other country produce had to be conveyed to the town Tree regularly.
"Not bad," said Philosopher Jack, "if you throw in a salmon river near the shooting-box, and the right to wear the bonnet, plaid, and kilt at pleasure." "Not to mention bare legs an' rheumatiz," remarked Simon O'Rook, who was busy with the frying-pan.
But you don't seem to jump at the notion, Polly. Surely you'd have liked to go wouldn't you?" "Liked, father, of course. I should have been overjoyed to have gone with you, but but the truth is," she said, with a little laugh and a glance at O'Rook, "circumstances have come about that I can't speak of just now."
The captain greeted the sight with a bass roar, Philosopher Jack with a stentorian shout. Ben Trench did his best to follow Jack's example. Simon O'Rook uttered an Irish howl, threw his cap into the air, and forthwith began an impromptu hornpipe, in which he was joined by Bob Corkey.
Returning to the encampment, O'Rook and his companion found their friends busy preparing supper, which consisted of some provisions saved from the raft, and cocoa-nuts. In a few seconds the whole party was assembled in front of Polly's bower, listening attentively, while O'Rook described the discovery of the skeleton to the captain, and produced the old notebook.
"I would feel obliged if you could give me any clew to the whereabouts of O'Rook. I am, etcetera." "The whereabouts of O'Rook!" cried the captain, starting up and gazing at the letter; "why, he's my own first mate, an' close alongside at this good hour!"
He got restless and disappointed at our bad luck, said he'd go away prospectin' on his own hook, and went." "Good luck go with him! He was altogether too fond of argifying," said Simon O'Rook. "He's not the only one," remarked Baldwin Burr, with a grin.
Don't mistake me for a thief when I return." "No mistake at all if I did," returned O'Rook, "for you're stealin' a march on us all just now, an' isn't it robbin' yourself of your night's rest you are? ah! then, a wilful man must have his way; good luck go with ye." Before the sentence and the yawn that followed it were finished, Jack was on his way to the Gap.
"Ah! then, it's the women can twist their tongues, anyhow," cried O'Rook. "Sure it's about dirty goold I'm spakin', isn't it? I made no reference to the love of purty woman did I, now? In regard of that I wouldn't change places with the Shah of Pershy."
There was a cry of consternation on board the Rainbow at this. Instantly the order was given to lower the boats. Philosopher Jack and O'Rook sprang to obey, by an irresistible impulse, as if they had been part of the ship's crew. In a few seconds two boats were rowing at full speed to the rescue, while the boats belonging to the whale-ship still far distant made for the scene of disaster.
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