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Bill, will you let me look at the tattoo on your arm?" "Certainly, Miss," said Bill, with alacrity, holding his great arm within an inch of her nose. It was covered with various tattoos: flags, ships, and what not, in the middle of which, written in small letters along the side of the forearm, was the sailor's name Bill Jones. "Who did it, Mr. Bill?" asked Augusta. "Who did it?
Then was heard that rare and awful sound, the shriek of a horse in the fear of a certain and coming death; when swerving one side, he lost his footing on the slippery shelf, and struggling madly, but unsuccessfully, to recover it, he fell over and over down down a thousand feet down! From the sailor's lips there came no cry.
"Biskit," said Moses, with his mouth full, "an' look out for Spinkie." He handed forward a deep tray of the sailor's familiar food, but Nigel was too slow to profit by the warning given, for Spinkie darted both hands into the tray and had stuffed his mouth and cheeks full almost before a man could wink!
For about half a mile they walked behind the captain and his boatsteerer and the woman Varua without uttering a word. Presently Varua stopped, and called out the name of "Taku" in a low voice. A fine, handsome native, partly clothed in European sailor's dress, stepped apart from the others and came to her. Turning to the captain, she said, "This is Taku the Sailor.
Javel, junior, had sunk on his knees, his teeth clenched, his eyes haggard. He did not utter a word. His brother came back to him, in dread of the sailor's knife. "Wait, wait," he said. "We will let down the anchor." They cast anchor, and then began to turn the capstan to loosen the moorings of the net. They loosened them at length and disengaged the imprisoned arm, in its bloody woolen sleeve.
Finally Cap'n Bill stopped short, with an exclamation of disappointment, and held the flickering candle far ahead to light the scene. "What's wrong?" demanded Trot, who could see nothing because the sailor's form completely filled the hole. "Why, we've come to the end of our travels, I guess," he replied. "Is the hole blocked?" inquired the Ork. "No; it's wuss nor that," replied Cap'n Bill sadly.
A voice, bell-like and clear surely that of a girl invited my closer attention; and yes, there she is! and not one only, but many ones, one in each boat, whom Jack is initiating into that wonderfully difficult branch of navigation a sailor's courtship!
Kit shouted. "Don't shoot!" The sailor lowered his pistol and Kit, springing out of the shadow, waved his hat. "Come forward. We are friends." The rural turned and called to somebody, and then joining Kit glanced at the sailor's pistol with a dry smile. "It looks as if I had run some risk. You did not mean to be surprised." "No," said Kit; "one takes precautions.
But when at last I set sail for those far-distant seas it was on an enterprise which would have gladdened the old sailor's soul an expedition whose object it was to seek out the unusual, the curious, and the picturesque, and to capture them on the ten miles of celluloid film which we took with us, so that those who are condemned by circumstance to the humdrum life of the farm, the office, or the mill might themselves go adventuring o'nights, from the safety and comfort of red-plush seats, through the magic of the motion-picture screen.
You must think of that, you must try to make up your mind to it as one of the hardships which fall to every sailor's share, like bad weather and hard living, only with this advantage, that there will be an end to it, that there will come a time when you will have nothing of that sort to endure.
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