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She was interrupted by a loud scream from Ellen; and the mate, who had been "reconnoitering" under the bed, exclaimed: "Here you are! Come out o' that, you son of a sea-cook;" and he seized something which struggled and fought furiously, but all to no purpose, for the mate soon pulled into sight tall man, dressed in the uniform of a rebel officer.
Jim and I shall stick together in the meanwhile; you'll take Joyce and Hunter when you ride to Bristol, and from first to last, not one of us must breathe a word of what we've found." "Livesey," returned the squire, "you are always in the right of it. I'll be as silent as the grave." PART TWO The Sea-cook I Go to Bristol
But here the long man with the yellow eyes struck in. "Belay that talk, John Silver," he said. "This crew has tipped you the black spot in full council, as in dooty bound; just you turn it over, as in dooty bound, and see what's wrote there. Then you can talk." "Thanky, George," replied the sea-cook. "You always was brisk for business, and has the rules by heart, George, as I'm pleased to see.
It was only after both had been asleep for many hours after midnight, in fact when Lalee was herself sleeping less soundly, and when a snore, more prolonged and prodigious than any that had preceded it, came swelling through the nostrils of the sea-cook, it was only then that the young girl was awakened.
It is worth noting that a black sea-cook figured in many of these tales of daring and disaster, and among them was the heroic and amazing figure of one Peter Jackson who belonged in the brig Ceres. While running down the river from Calcutta she was thrown on her beam ends and Peter, perhaps dumping garbage over the rail, took a header.
Whether it was the violent gestures that accompanied this ebullition of feeling that caused the water-cask to lurch from under his feet, or whether it arose from his nervous system suddenly becoming relaxed after such a spell of intense anxiety, certain it is that the sailor-lad, as he repeated the final "Hurrah!" lost his balance upon the task, and, staggering over, he fell with all his weight upon the prostrate body of the slumbering sea-cook.
"Albacore!" cried Ben Brace, as soon as he saw them shooting alongside the raft. "Albacore be they. Now, Snowy, out wi' your hooks an' lines. In this fresh breeze they be a'most sure to bite; and we'll be able, I hope, to make up for the loss o' the others. Hush all o' ye! Ne'er a word; ne'er a movement to scare 'em off. Softly, Snowy! Softly, ye ole sea-cook."
Thus encouraged, the buccaneer stepped forth more briskly, and having passed something to Silver, from hand to hand, slipped yet more smartly back again to his companions. The sea-cook looked at what had been given him. "The black spot! I thought so," he observed. "Where might you have got the paper? Why, hillo! look here, now: this ain't lucky! You've gone and cut this out of a Bible.
During these preparations, his harangue was commented upon in no very measured terms; and one of the party, after denouncing him as a lying old son of a sea-cook who begrudged a fellow a few hours’ liberty, exclaimed with an oath, “But you don’t bounce me out of my liberty, old chap, for all your yarns; for I would go ashore if every pebble on the beach was a live coal, and every stick a gridiron, and the cannibals stood ready to broil me on landing.”
Ten minutes later the foremast went and the life-savers, dashing into the surf, took out of the rigging a dead sea-cook. And still the tugs lay like vultures awaiting carrion. Both had come down to the wreck in the hope of getting a line over her and pulling her from the sands, for which there would have been ample reward.
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