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You can't feel to want to do much in that way till some one hurts you. Then it's different." "It's horrible, Jem!" "Well, I suppose it is; but don't you get looking like that. There'll be no fighting here. I say, Mas' Don, it would be a bit of a game, though, to stick the pynte of this here spear a little way into one of the savages. Wonder what he'd say." "Ah!
"Couldn't, Tom. It does smart so." "But s'pose your whiskers had growed, sir. Why, it would ha' took all them off too." "Don't don't talk, man," cried Mark impatiently. "Only try if you can see what's going on. How was it we didn't see the Nautilus before?" "She must ha' come round some pynte sudden-like, and took 'em on the hop, sir. We couldn't make her because we can only see just astarn.
"What you've got to do, my lads," said old Dick, "is to keep 'em off. You as has rifles and bagnets always show 'em the pynte; and you as fights with your cutlashes, keep 'em well away off your sword arm; then you'll be all right." Capital advice if it could be acted upon, and a way of avoiding all kris wounds, but useless against the Malays' other dangerous weapon, the limbing or lance.
These things seems as if the bones is all nowhere and yet they're everywhere all the time, and so sure as you feel safe and take a bite you find a sharp pynte, just like a trap laid o' purpose to ketch yer." "Well, there are a good many little bones, certainly," I said. "Good many! Thick as slugs after a shower. There's one again, sharp as a needle. Wish I'd a red herrin', that I do."
Immediately after this eightpence is given "to a pore lame sowldior hurted in the quenes servyce in yrland having a lisens." The town could make merry at times, as we find when sixpence was paid "for a pynte of Secke when our burgesse Mr. Harrys was chosen" which is very moderate compared with Falstaff's payments for the same liquor.
"Ahoy yonder!" roared Dumlow. "That theer arn't you, is it, Bob?" "Me it is, messmet," said Hampton, coolly. "Sure, messmet?" "Ay. All right." "Why, you arn't jyned 'em, have you, lad?" said Blane. "Ay, I've jyned, lad," replied Hampton, and then "Say, skipper, hadn't I better keep her off a pynte or two?" "Yes," shouted Jarette. "Well, I'm blessed," growled Dumlow. Then aloud "Hi!
I might say a word to him and save it, but if I did I should be saving them young monkeys too, and look at that now! if that arn't Master Aleck's boat coming round the pynte! They sees it too bless 'em! Now they'll be arter him, safe. That'll save the middy, but it won't save Master Aleck. Strikes me I'd better put my netting away and clear the decks for action."
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