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He descended as he spoke, and approached Zeppa, who looked at him with unmistakable ferocity. "You are going on shore," he said to the poor madman, who seemed neither to comprehend nor to care for what he said. "Once again," continued Rosco, after a pause, "I tell you that I had no hand in the death of your son. My men, if they had their way, would soon treat you as they treated him.
They did not converse much, for the strength of both Zeppa and Rosco had been so reduced that they could not even sit up long without exhaustion, but Orlando kept up their spirits by prattling away on every subject that came into his mind and especially of the island of Ratinga.
"There is reason in that, Rosco," said Zeppa, sitting down on the ground by the side of the pirate, and leaning his back against the rock. "You have much need to consider death, for after death comes the judgment, and none of us can escape that." "True, Zeppa, and I should not like to face that just now, for I am not fit to die, although, as you truly say, I deserve death.
Having uttered these words of consolation, the captain spread his sails and departed, leaving Orlando, and his father, Waroonga, Tomeo, Buttchee, Ebony, and Rosco on Sugar-loaf Island. Several days after this, Waroonga entered the hut of Ongoloo and sat down.
He had taken her as a prize, and, finding her a good vessel in all respects, had adopted her in preference to the old piratical-looking schooner. A seaman stands before him. "It is impossible, I tell you," says Rosco, while a troubled expression crosses his features, which have not improved since we saw him upwards of three years ago.
On the way the captain Fitzgerald asked if any suspicious craft had been seen lately, and, on hearing that a barque, flying British colours, had put in there only a day or two before, said that he had been sent out in chase of that barque, as she was commanded by a celebrated and rather eccentric pirate, named Rosco.
Besides, I want you to see a place I diskiver not long ago most koorious place you nebber see." "Come along, then," said Rosco, thinking it right to humour one who had been more like a brother than a servant to him during his long illness, "stoop down. Now, then, heave!" In a twinkling Rosco was on the back of his "black horse," which carried him a considerable distance in among the hills. "Ah!
"Wooden legs!" exclaimed Rosco with something between a gasp and a laugh. "That's what they are, Rosco. We have been grieved to see you creeping about in such a helpless fashion, and dependent on Ebony, or some other strong-backed fellow, when you wanted to go any distance, so Orlando and I have put our heads together, and produced a pair of legs."
It was a dream thank God, it was all a dream!" Zeppa did not end again with wild laughter, but betook himself to earnest importunate prayer, during which Rosco crept, by slow degrees, farther and farther away, until he could no longer hear the sound of his enemy's voice.
A day won't make much difference will it, Mr Rosco?" he said, turning to the mate. "You know best" replied the mate somewhat sharply, "I don't command the schooner." The captain looked at the officer with an angry frown, and then, turning quickly to Zeppa, said "Well, if that time will do, it is settled. You and your son may go with me.
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