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Updated: May 31, 2025
If here aren't the old man, just as if he had heard what we was talking about, passing the word for gun drill, or else a bit of knicketty knock with the cutlasses and pikes!" Upon hearing Joe Cross's announcement Rodd eagerly turned, to find his uncle just coming on deck to take his evening walk after a busy day with his specimens that he had dragged and trawled from the calm sea.
Another minute and Rodd began to get his breath again, panting hard and feeling as if some great hand had been grasping him by the throat and had at last released its hold, while as the schooner now skimmed on, every furlong taking her more into shelter, the squall had passed over them and went sweeping along far away over the town ahead, and the boy felt a strong grip upon his arm.
"Is anything wrong with my father?" she asked. "I don't see him." "If you mean Mr. Marnham," I replied, lifting my hat, "I believe that Dr. Rodd and he " "Never mind about Dr. Rodd," she broke in with a contemptuous little jerk of her chin, "how is my father?" "I imagine much as usual. He and Dr. "Then that's all right," she said with a sigh of relief.
"No," said Rodd slowly and in a low voice, as if repeating the words to himself. "Of course you couldn't leave your father's side." "No," repeated Morny softly, "I couldn't leave my father's side. But after a time he made me go.
I'd be ashamed of myself, Mr Rodd, to take their part." "Oh, nonsense!" cried Rodd warmly. "I say that the Count and his son have proved themselves to be very brave fellows. Why, you owned as much yourself about the way in which they escaped with the brig." "Oh, that was right enough," grumbled the skipper.
The incident was quite trifling, yet it revealed to me the relative attitude of these two men. Without a doubt Rodd was the master of his partner, who did not even care to dispute with him about the matter of the use of his daughter's bedroom.
This somehow set the boy thinking about the escape from accident when they came into port, and then of the encounter ashore, and he began talking. "It's no use to go down below. It's so stuffy, and I want to chat. I say, captain, what do you think of that brig?" "Very smartly built craft indeed, my lad one as I should like to sail if I could do as I liked." "Do as you liked?" asked Rodd.
There, gentlemen, that's all I know, and if some one else the doctor here, or Mr Rodd, or Mr Morny, who is a French naval officer can give us a better way, I'll follow anywhere, and I know the lads will come after me like men." There was silence for about a minute, and then the doctor coughed, drawing all eyes upon him. "There is no better way," he said. "It's a splendid plan."
We lauded Norfolk and Devon as sporting counties, and somehow it was understood that they respectively owed much of their reputation to the families of Hartnoll and Rodd. Hartnoll even hinted at a love-affair: but here I discouraged him with a frown, which implied that as seamen we saw that weakness in its proper light.
"No, my men," said the doctor, more firmly, "we are not going to despair, for if we keep going down-stream we must reach the main river at last." "That's what I keep thinking, uncle," cried Rodd; "but every time we turn out of one of these rivers we seem to get into another, and I want to know why it is that we have never yet come upon a sandy patch where we made a fire."
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