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After pacing the room for some time impatiently he sat down, opened the letter, and read it aloud. It ran thus: "Sir Having been for some years past engaged in diving operations at the wreck of the Rainbow lost off the coast of Cornwall in 18 hundred and something, I write to say that I have recovered a large chest of gold with your name on the inside of it, and that of a man named Simon O'Rook.
Simon O'Rook, however, did not follow the example of his friends. He preferred to keep his gold in his own hands, and, as its bulk increased, stowed it away in a small chest, which, for further security, he buried in a hole in the tent directly under his own sleeping corner.
This motion was seconded by Bounce, and the appointment was gracefully accepted by O'Rook, who, however, declined taking office till the following night as it was getting late, and he required time to compose his professional lies; but he ventured, as a free citizen of the "noo" republic, to move that the house should adjourn to bed.
It was finally agreed that the captain, Philosopher Jack, Watty Wilkins, Ben Trench, Simon O'Rook, and Polly should return home, while Baldwin Burr and Jacob Buckley should enter into a new partnership and remain at the fields.
Then there's my first mate, Simon O'Rook; he would be coming, only he's come already, a full hour before his time! Then there's a Mr Burr and a Mr Buckley, both returned from California with fortunes " "A-rowlin' in gold," muttered O'Rook, in a low tone. "You don't really mean, father, that " "Yes I do, Polly. I mean that Baldwin Burr and Jacob Buckley are coming.
"No doubt," said O'Rook, "they was all starved at sea and throw'd overboard. Come, Mr Luke, let's bury him; it's all we can do for him now." Saying this, O'Rook threw off his jacket and, with his companion's assistance, soon scraped a hole in the sand.
The captain was interrupted in his congratulations of the mate by another knock at the door. He opened it, and next moment was seized round the neck by a tall, graceful, beautiful, exquisite oh! reader, you know who we mean. "Why didn't you come up to time, old girl?" demanded the captain, while O'Rook looked on in admiration. "Oh, father," gasped Polly, "don't crush me so and I'll tell you."
O'Rook also fulfilled his engagements to some extent, being not only able, but willing, to spin long-winded yarns, which, when genuine material failed, he could invent with facility.
He divided his time between the lagoon and the couch of his sick friend Bell Trench, who soon began to improve on rest, sunshine, and cocoa-nut milk. As for Mr Luke, being fit for nothing, he was allowed to do very much what he pleased, except at meal times, when O'Rook made him wash the dishes, many of which were merely flat stones.
What d'ee think, cap'n?" continued O'Rook, with a very conscious look. "How can I think if ye don't give me somethin' to think about?" "The widdy's tuk me after all!" said O'Rook. "What! widow Bancroft?" O'Rook nodded impressively. "Moreover," he said, "she's tuk me as a poor beggar with nothin' but his pay, for better and for worse, an', sure now, it's better I'll be than she tuk me for."
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