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Then again the timbers of this door do carry many marks of shot, and Adam Penfeather is no stranger to such, violence and danger, steel and bullet seem to follow him." "Why so, Martin? He hath ever seemed a man very quiet and gentle, most unlike such rough sailor-men as I have seen hitherto."
And now as Penfeather questioned me, he seized my wrist and I was amazed at the iron grip of him. "No!" I answered. "Nay," says he, loosing his hold, "how should you he's dead, along o' so many on 'em! He's done for him and his hook, devil burn him!" "'A hook both long and stout and strong, They died by gash o' hook O!" "Ah!" I cried. "So that was the kind of hook!"
And now she lieth sick in the cave yonder and calls for you, brother." So I arose and coming within the cave found Joanna outstretched upon a rough bed contrived of fern and the boat-cloaks. "Alas, Martino, I cannot sleep," said she. "I am haunted by the man Tressady, which is surely very strange oh, very strange. For he was evil like all other men save you and Resolution and Adam Penfeather.
So here stand I this day not only gunner but master's mate beside of as tight a ship, maugre the crew, as ever sailed and all along o' that same chance meeting at the 'Hop-pole." "And though a friend of Bym you knew little of Adam Penfeather?" "Little enough, Mart'n.
And there's nought more heartening than ham or neat's tongue, or brisket o' beef, the which I chanced to spy i' the kitchen " "Why then, master-gunner," says Penfeather, "go you and engage those same in close action and I'll join ye as soon as I've shifted these rags o' mine."
Why then, says I, let's you and me, either come to some composition or fight it out man to man, Adam, man to man. So come ashore, Captain Penfeather you as do be blacker pirate than ever was Bartlemy come out yonder on the reef alone wi' me and end it one way or t'other. Come ashore, Adam, come ashore if ye dare adventure!"
"Ha," says Penfeather, "fighting, are they, Jerry?" "Like devils, Captain, your rogues and the rogues as my Lord Dering 'listed and brought here yesterday O love my liver look at yon!" As he spoke was a crash of splintered glass and a broken chair hurtled through the wide lattice. "So!" says Adam, striding towards the inn, and I saw a pistol in his hand.
'Tis the end o' we since Penfeather hath took the ship and here's us shall lie marooned to perish o' plagues, or Indian-savages, or hunger unless, lads, unless " "Unless what, Smiler?" questioned one, eagerly. "Unless we'm up and doing. Penfeather do lack for men Mings says he counted but ten at most when they boarded him! Well, mates what d'ye say?" "Ha, d'ye mean fight, Smiler?
At last we reached a door whereon the fellow knocked softly, and so presently ushered me into a fair chamber lit by wax candles; and here, seated at a table with papers before him and a pen in his fingers, sat Master Adam Penfeather. "Ha, shipmate," says he, motioning to a chair, "you be something earlier than I expected. Suffer me to make an end o' this business sit ye, comrade, sit!
"I ha' given her a sleeping potion out o' the medicine chest Captain Penfeather provided for her; she is not yet cured of her wound, d'ye see, and I would not have her waked yet, so speak lower lest I quiet ye wi' a rap o' the tiller. Let her sleep, 'tis life to her. Saw ye ever a lovelier, sweeter soul?"
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