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Supposing, erroneously, that this latter was a signal to the shore, Coleman, nevertheless, came to the correct conclusion that some one must be awaiting Long Orrick near at hand, and felt convinced that the Smugglers' Cave must needs be the rendezvous.
Here they were obliged to put out the oars and exercise the utmost caution, lest they should incur the fate from which they had come out to rescue others. Davis knew the shoals and channels well, and dropped down as far as he dared, but no wreck of any kind was to be seen. "D'ye see anything?" shouted Davis to Long Orrick, who was in the bow.
"Couldn't git one," said Coleman, taking the keg that was delivered to him. "What say?" cried Orrick. "Couldn't git one," repeated the other, as loudly and hoarsely as he could whisper. "Speak out, man," cried Long Orrick, with an oath; "you ain't used to have delicate lungs." "I couldn't git nobody to come with me," said Coleman, in a louder voice.
"We've heerd of Long Orrick," said Bluenose, eagerly. "That's not much news," said Bax; "you told me there wasn't enough witnesses to swear to him, or something o' that sort, and that it would be no use attempting to put him in limbo, didn't you?"
"But if," said Bax, "Long Orrick said he would run to Pegwell Bay, which is three or four miles to the nor'ard o' this, and resolved that he would not go to Fiddler's Cave, which is six miles to the s'uth'ard, why should you go to the very place he's not likely to be found at?" "Because I knows the man," replied Bluenose, with a wink of deep meaning; "I knows him better than you do.
You remember now, don't you? Who was it?" "I don't know," said Varney wearily. "Oh, come! Your head isn't as bad as all that there's not even a bump on it. Think a moment. An old man, with long hair and gray whiskers. You must know who it was." Varney pressed his hand upon his racking forehead. "Oh! So it was he then. Poor old Orrick." The author's face lost something of its color.
"Well, if it is actin', it's oncommon ugly actin', I tell ye; a deal too nat'ral for my tastes, so I'd advise ye to drop it here, an' carry yer talents to a theaytre, where you'll be paid according to your desarts, Long Orrick." "Ah! the night air don't agree with ye, Coleman, so I'll bid ye good-bye," said the other, rising and quitting the hut.
"Don't you think it would be as well that you also should keep out of sight, and so leave the coast clear for him?" suggested Bax. "Not so," said Coleman with a grin, "he'd see that I'd done it for an object. Long Orrick keeps his weather eye too wide open to be caught so easy as that comes to."
"They were Supple Rodger and Long Orrick," replied Tommy, "and a foul fiend is one of 'em, anyhow, as you'd have found out, old Jeph, if ye'd bin at home this evenin'. As for bein' out on sich a night as this, it seems to me ye han't got much more sense to boast of in this respect than I have. You'll ketch your death o' cold, old man." "Old man!" echoed Jeph, with a peculiar chuckle.
This he saw in the first flash, wondering by what miracle Tommy Orrick had secured control of so glorious an equipage.
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