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"Not a tittle!" says I. "But, Martin, three months are nigh sped and Master Penfeather not come, and according to his letter, three-quarters of this great treasure is yours." "Why then, my lady, I do freely bestow it on you." "Nay, this have I taken already because I needed it, look!"
"Aye, master," says another, "and that's gospel-true, theer aren't a right sailor-man among 'em " "Then we'll learn 'em to be!" says Penfeather. "Stand forward the new men show a leg and bustle, ye dogs!" Scowling and muttering, some twelve unlovely fellows obeyed. "I' faith!" says Penfeather, looking them over, "Here's fine stuff for the gallows! And where's the rest of 'em?"
"Or a hook, Joel?" says Penfeather softly, whereat Joel clawed at his beard and blinked into the lanthorn; finally he gives a great tug to his beard and nods: "Aye, Cap'n," says he, "for you even that, by cock!" "Good lad," says Penfeather, clapping him on brawny shoulder. "Bide where you are, Jo, and Fortune with you and yours. This way, Martin."
Go seek thy tender pillow and leave such to us of sterner mould." "Nay, cousin, my gentle woman's heart knoweth innocence from guilt, methinks, and here standeth innocent man, stowaway though he be." "Why then as stowaway will I entreat him, fair cousin. Master Penfeather, clap him in irons till the morning, away with him nay, I myself will see him safely lodged."
"O Martin!" says she, getting up that she might behold the tree, "O Martin, I knew, I knew 'twas an evil place! And the poor lady died too?" "He killed her after she had stabbed him!" "How do you know of this?" "Adam Penfeather told me, he saw it done!" Hereupon she sits down and is silent awhile. "And where is this great treasure?" "On this island!"
Now as I stood thus someone spoke 'twixt sigh and groan: "Bartlemy 'tis Bartlemy!" and the word was taken up by others, "Bartlemy Black Bartlemy!" and all men fell back from me whiles Adam scowled at me above levelled pistol. "Hold off Adam!" I panted. "Let be, Adam Penfeather let be!" "What?" says he, peering, "And is it Martin? Lord love me, now what fool's ploy is this?"
"Also you are hungry, and the food is unspoiled despite the storm come and eat!" "Whose was the hand set this boat adrift, think you?" says I suddenly. "Nay, 'twas too dark to see!" "'Twas Penfeather!" says I, clenching my fist. "Aye it was Adam, I'll stake my life on't!" "Then Poor Master Adam!" she sighed. "How? Will you pity a rogue?" "I speak of Master Penfeather," says she.
In an instant all was uproar around these two as the crowd, forgetting me, surged about them. Thus for some while, during which the fight raged, I was left unmolested and looked hither and thither amid the swaying throng for this fellow, Adam Penfeather, but he was vanished quite.
Your faithful friend and comrade to serve, Adam Penfeather." Having read this wordy missive, I crumpled it in angry fist and thrust it into my pocket. Thereby involving us in divers and many great dangers and difficulties, as you shall learn hereafter. And presently my companion questions me again: "Whither do we sail?" "South-westerly." "Aye, but whither?" "To an island." "Is it far?"
"By reason of Adam Penfeather!" "What, Adam again, curse him!" "He sank the Happy Despatch!" "Burn me! And there's a stout ship lost to us." "But then we stayed to fight, yes!" "What then?" said Tressady, clenching his fist. "Will ye say I ran away we beat him off!" "Howbeit Adam sank and took us, and swears to hang you soon or late unless you chance to die soon!"
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