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Updated: June 12, 2025
The tone was not distinct, but it was sufficient to open the eyes of the smuggler. Scarcely had the last word left his lips when Coleman received a blow between the eyes that laid him flat on the beach. Fortunately the last wave had retired. There was only an inch or so of foam around him. Long Orrick knelt on his foe, and drew a knife from his girdle.
"All right! up with a bit o' the sail," said Long Orrick, seizing the tiller from the man who held it. In a second or two they were driving before the wind straight for the shore. With such a stiff breeze the boat was soon close to the breakers, and now the utmost care was necessary in order to prevent it from broaching-to and being capsized.
"No," he said easily. "But for that matter, I fear that I remember few of my boyhood acquaintances in Hunston. But this man Orrick, you said? has there been bad blood between you two for some time then?" "No," said Varney, simply. "He struck me, I believe, because he thought I was you?" "What!" cried the author with overdone surprise.
I'd 'a' had some bum winters, hadn't ben for her." There was a pause, and then Varney said: "What's your name, my boy?" Again the boy hesitated. "Tommy," he said presently. "Tommy what?" "Tommy Orrick." Varney started. Of all the sordid Hunston of the natives, that was the one name which meant anything to him. It was rather a curious coincidence.
The reply did not seem to please Long Orrick, neither did the steady gaze with which it was accompanied. "You won't?" said Orrick between his set teeth. "No," replied the old man, dropping his eyes on the little boat and resuming his work. "Why not," continued the other after a pause, "you don't require the hide, why won't you lend it to a chum as is hard up?"
"Time's up," said one of the men, turning suddenly towards his companions, and allowing the light of a dark lantern to fall on the face of a watch which he held in his hand. "Dowse the glim, you lubber," cried the angry voice of Long Orrick, "and keep a sharp look-out for the signal.
Bax said this so kindly, that old Jeph's temporary anger at having been discovered passed away. "Well, well," said he, "the only two people who have found me out are the two I like best, so it don't much matter." "Indeed," exclaimed the young man in surprise, "who is number two, Jeph?" "Tommy Bogey. He found me here on the night when Long Orrick was chased by Supple Jim."
"Humph! ye're eternally at that bit o' humbug. It's bam, old man, all bam; bosh and gammon," said Orrick. "It'll never come to no good, I tell ye." "Who knows?" replied the old man meekly, but going on with his work not the less diligently because of these remarks.
"What if I turn out to be an enemy?" cried Orrick, fiercely; "see here," said he, drawing out a long knife, and holding it up so that the light of the stove glittered on its keen blade, "what if I give you a taste of this, old man?" "You won't," said Jeph, calmly. "No! why not?"
"No, no, Jim it won't do," went on Ryan with bland decisiveness. "What you want is the two of them together, hey? on a nice dark stretch o' road, and old Orrick and a few good fellows along to help. You ain't the only one that's got it in for Stanhope, are you? An' you want Maginnis too, I guess? Come on in the orfice and talk about it over a seegar." Coligny Smith had told the truth.
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