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Updated: May 19, 2025
'Here's a black passage to Captain Penfeather curse him!" says a voice. 'Aye, says another, 'by knife or bullet or and here he falls to singing of a knife and a bullet and a hook. 'Avast! says a third voice.
So I brought the fellow to the pillory wherein I set him, and plucking the key from Penfeather, locked him there in my stead; which done I kicked him once or twice, and having found the cat's carcass made shift to hang the stinking thing about his neck; then tossing the key into the pond, I took to my heels and left the fellow groaning mighty dismal.
"How," says I, leaning across the table, "A woman, Penfeather?" "Aye, shipmate! So I stood mighty alert, my eyes on this dagger, being minded to whip it into his rogue's heart as chance might offer. 'I wonder, says he to this poor lady, 'I wonder how long I shall keep thee, madonna, a week a month a year? Venus knoweth, for you amuse me, sweet.
It was as we sat outside a little ale-house snugged 'mid trees, eating of bread and cheese, that Penfeather turned suddenly and gripped my arm: "Martin," says he, "'twill be plaguy business carrying women aboard ship along o' these lambs o' mine there's scarce a rogue but cheats the gallows with his every breath!" "Why then, tell her so, Adam, plain and to the point."
"'Twas when we went to fetch the boy, my little page, Marjorie and I. He lay hurt and crying on the deck; so we ran out to him and took him up betwixt us, and then I heard shouts and rush of feet, and they were all about us drunken men singing and dancing. And they struggled with us till came Master Penfeather, with Godby and others, and after much bitter fighting brought us away.
Not a man of them spake a word, but all stood shifting uneasily beneath Penfeather's quick bright eye, shuffling their feet and casting furtive glances on their fellows. "Now as to this lump o' roguery," says Penfeather, spurning the still unconscious man with his foot, "have him into the yard and heave a bucket o' water over him.
"By their speech, master I was a mariner once and moreover by a ranting, hell-fire chorus." "Ha!" says Penfeather, shooting a glance at me. "A chorus, was it?" "Aye, master, concerning murder and what not." "And the words running like this 'Two on a knife did part wi' life And three a bullet took O! But three times three died plaguily A-wriggling on a hook O! Was that the way of it?"
"Worse, Joel!" says Penfeather, wiping sweat from him. "Art hurt, Adam?" I questioned, eyeing his wild figure, and now I saw that the thin, steel chain was gone from his sinewy throat. "No, shipmate. But the dagger, look ye 'tis clean disappeared, Martin." "And good riddance," quoth I. "But, Adam what o' your chart gone along o' the dagger, has it?"
'Gregory, says she in hesitating fashion, 'have ye seen a stranger hereabouts to-night? 'Not a soul, my lady! says Gregory. 'A tall, wild man, says she, 'very ragged and with yellow hair? 'No, my lady, says Gregory. Here she gives a sigh. 'Why then, says she, 'bear you this letter to Master Penfeather at once. 'To the Conisby Arms, my lady? says Gregory.
"'Twere a luxury wasted on the likes o' me. My couch shall be the corner yonder." "Ah, prideful youth! 'Tis sweet to be young, Martin!" says Penfeather with his sudden, whimsical half-smile and clapping his hand on my shoulder. "Sleep where ye will, that corner is as good as another.
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