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Updated: June 9, 2025
"Fat policeman," said the skipper, jauntily, twisting his moustache. Miss Pilbeam, only daughter of Sergeant Pilbeam, caught her breath sharply. "What have you been doing?" she inquired, as soon as she could control her voice. "Nothing," said the skipper, airily, "nothing. I was kicking a stone along the path and he told me to stop it." "Well?" said Miss Pilbeam, impatiently.
The skipper stepped into the cupboard without further parley, and the girl, turning the key, slipped it into her pocket and sped downstairs. Sergeant Pilbeam was in the easy-chair, with his belt unfastened, when she entered the parlor, and, with a hungry reference to supper, sat watching her as she lit the lamp and drew down the blind.
"Not for my sake?" inquired Miss Pilbeam, eying him mournfully. "Not after all I've done for you?" "No," said the other, stoutly. Miss Pilbeam put her handkerchief to her eyes and, with a suspicious little sniff, hurried from the room. Captain Bligh, much affected, waited for a few seconds and then went in pursuit of her.
With a lifelong knowledge of the requirements of the Force, she drew a jug of beer and placed it by his side while she set the table. "Ah! I wanted that," said the sergeant. "I've been running." Miss Pilbeam raised her eyebrows. "After some sailor-looking chap that capsized me when I wasn't prepared for it," said her father, putting down his glass.
There are one or two colliers in the harbor, and if you took off your coat I could send it on afterwards rubbed yourself all over with coal-dust, and shaved off your moustache, I believe you would escape." "Shave!" ejaculated the skipper, in choking accents. "Rub ! Coal-dust!" "It's your only chance," said Miss Pilbeam.
"I'd sooner be upset a hundred times than spend a night in that cupboard. However, all's well that ends well." "Ah!" said Miss Pilbeam, dolefully, "but is it the end?" Captain Bligh put down his knife and fork and eyed her uneasily. "What do you mean?" he said. "Never mind; don't spoil your breakfast," said the girl. "I'll tell you afterwards.
His own schooner, which lay near the colliers, had apparently knocked off work pending his arrival. For Sergeant Pilbeam he looked in vain. He waited a minute or two, and then, with a furtive glance right and left, strolled in a careless fashion until he was abreast of one of the colliers.
Fortunately for Captain Bligh, there were but few people about, and the only person who saw him trip Police-Sergeant Pilbeam was an elderly man with a wooden leg, who joined the indignant officer in the pursuit. The captain had youth on his side, and, diving into the narrow alley-ways that constitute the older portion of Wood-hatch, he moderated his pace and listened acutely.
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