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"Why, it's splendid work. My poor fellow," he said after a while, "I had no notion you could write so well. I used to think of such things in the old days at Oxford; 'old Bill, the tutor, used to praise my essays, but I never wrote anything like this. And this infernal ruffian of a Ritson has taken all your best things and mixed them up with his own rot to make it go down.
"I wonder what she can be; I cannot remember having seen any such craft in the fleet. Ritson," to the carpenter who had charge of the deck, "do you remember having seen a topsail-schooner among the fleet?" "No, sir; can't say as I do," answered Ritson.
"Ay, ay, sir," answered Ritson gleefully, "the water's smooth, the ship's steady, and altogether it's a capital day for this kind of work. Man the tackles, there; run out; muzzle to the right, a trifle; not too much; so, well there; elevate the muzzle a leetle more; there, that'll do; I'll try that. Now then, Snowball, let's have that `loggerhead. Ned, just freshen that priming a bit.
"Does Shank stand in urgent need of help?" asked Charlie, interrupting. "He does indeed. He has been very ill. We have run out of funds, and he needs food and physic of a kind that the mountains don't furnish." "Does he belong to your band, Ritson?" "Well nearly; not quite!" "That is a strange answer. How far is it to where he lies just now?" "Six miles, about."
George noticed this, and vaguely wondering what had so greatly excited his second mate's curiosity, glanced in the direction to which the telescope was pointing, to find to his surprise that the upper half of the stranger's topsail was visible from the deck. "Why, Ritson," he hailed, "the schooner must have a little air of wind, surely; she is nearing us perceptibly."
Ritson was, in the meantime, busy aft with the gun; and presently he fired again, pitching the shot fairly on the schooner's forecastle, where some of her crew were busy with the cut stay.
There seems to me even a spice of justice in that." "I wonder that you cannot see the fallacy of your reasoning, Ritson," replied Charlie.
A stout, red-faced man, about thirty, with wet auburn hair, a marvellously fine waistcoat, and a badly-washed frill, now joined Messrs. Ritson and Smith. "Ah, Sir Ralph," cried Smith, "how d'ye do? been hunting all day, I suppose?" "Yes, old cock," replied Sir Ralph; "been after the brush till I am quite done up; such a glorious run.
"Ralph Ritson," he said, laying his hand on the arm of the outlaw, "you'll forgive my speaking plainly to you, I know. With regard to yourself I have not a shadow of doubt that you will act the part of an honourable host, though you follow a dishonourable calling. But I have no guarantee that those who associate with you will respect my property.
I had no idea before that any animal but the dog might be tamed to such a degree of instinctive tact, as to perceive whether or not its caresses will be acceptable to a stranger; and I am convinced, that the celebrated Ritson might have made more converts to his Braminical system by importing and exhibiting a Swiss flock, than by writing a book against animal food, and classing eggs as a vegetable succedaneum.
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