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"Massa Easy, you get eberybody out of scrape; you get me out of scrape." "I do not recollect how, Mesty." "You get me out from boil kettle for young gentlemen dat devil of a scrape." "And I'm sure I've got you out of a scrape, Mr Oxbelly." "How so. Mr Easy?" "How so! have I not prevented your quarrelling with your wife every night?" "Certainly, sir, you have been the means.
How they 'scaped the British, I can't tell, but they did, that's sure enough." "Good-night, then." "You won't take a glass of sling this fine night, with a countryman?" "To-morrow, my good fellow, to-morrow; we must go on shore now." Our hero and Gascoigne returned on board the Rebiera, consulted with Oxbelly and Mesty, and then manned and armed the two quarter and stern boats.
"I believe you are right, Mr Oxbelly; so, if you please, we will up with the anchor at once." The crew of the Rebiera had been well chosen; they were prime men-of-war's men, most of whom had deserted from the various ships on the station, and, of course, were most anxious to be off. In a few minutes the Rebiera was under way with all sail set below and aloft.
"By all power, she no fool of a woman dat," said Mesty, as she retreated curtseying. "I fink Mr Oxbelly very right sleep tingle." We have now come to the end of our hero's adventures: that afternoon they all started for Forest Hill, where everything was ready for their reception.
"I do: he knows how I am circumstanced, and that my going home was merely because I was tired of looking after the Aurora." "We'll go together and ask him to-morrow," replied Jack. "At all events, you'll have a more gentlemanly companion than Mr Oxbelly." "But not so steady, Ned." The first lieutenant and officers came on board, and passed a merry evening.
"Consider yourself kicked," roared Oxbelly, losing his temper. "Heyday! why, you old porpoise!" "Sir," observed Jack, who listened with indignation, "Mr Oxbelly is a lieutenant in his Majesty's service, and you have no right to insult him, even if he were not." "I presume you are all officers," replied the lieutenant.
Altogether his countenance was prepossessing, for it was honest and manly, but his waist was preposterous. "Steady enough," thought Jack, as he returned Mr Oxbelly's salute. "How do you do, sir?" said Jack; "I trust we shall be good shipmates," for Jack had not seen him before. "I am sorry that you have ever domestic dissensions, Mr Oxbelly." "And I only quarrel with her at night, sir.
She was in excellent trim and flew through the water; the wind was fair, and by night they had passed Portland Lights, and the next morning were steering a course for the Bay of Biscay without having encountered what they feared more than an enemy, a British cruiser to overhaul them. "I think we shall do now, sir," observed Mr Oxbelly to our hero; "we have made a famous run.
But, do you know, when we were engaging the other day, I could not help saying to myself, `I wish my wife was here now, holding little Billy at the hatchway." "But at night, Mr Oxbelly." "At night! why, then I'm afraid I should have wished her home again it's astonishing how comfortable I sleep now every night. Besides, in this climate it would be intolerable.
"Fat Jack of the bone house," observed the lieutenant, looking at Oxbelly. "A lieutenant in his Majesty's service, of longer standing than yourself, young man," replied Oxbelly, firmly; "and who, if he ever meets you in any other situation, will make you answer for your insolent remark." "Indeed!" observed the lieutenant, ironically; "now, if you had said you were once a boatswain or gunner."
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