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"'Tis warm," said the man who had cut away the oilskin cap, and with his hand he wiped the blood away from the eyes and mouth. Some one in the background drew a cork, with his teeth, and a bottle was handed down to those kneeling on the ground. Suddenly the man sat up and coughed. "Shipmets," he said, with a splutter, and lay down again.

We're all shipmets here, Wal'r and sweet heart will be jined together in the house of bondage, as soon as the askings is over, whispered Captain Cuttle, in his ear. 'The askings, Captain Gills! repeated Mr Toots. 'In the church, down yonder, said the Captain, pointing his thumb over his shoulder. 'Oh! Yes! returned Mr Toots.

"Me name's Tim Rooney, as I tould you afore, Misther Gray- ham sure, an' it's fond I am ov bacon, avic, an' ham, too, by the same token! I'd have ye to know, as ye're a foorst-class apprentice which kills me enthirely wid the laffin' sure! that I'm the bosun av the Silver Quane; an' as we're agoin' to be shipmets togither, I hopes things'll be moighty plisint atwane us, sure."

"'Tis warm," said the man who had cut away the oilskin cap, and with his hand he wiped the blood away from the eyes and mouth. Some one in the background drew a cork, with his teeth, and a bottle was handed down to those kneeling on the ground. Suddenly the man sat up and coughed. "Shipmets," he said, with a splutter, and lay down again.

And now, his state-room door swung open and the sun of his benignant face beamed redly out upon men and women and children, and he roared his "Shipmets a'hoy!" in a way that was calculated to wake the dead and precipitate the final resurrection; and forth he strode, a picture to look at and a presence to enforce attention.

Me and my shipmets wouldn't want to make another v'yge with you if you was that sort o' capt'n. I'll buy you another one when we gets to Chany. Here's off!"

"I shouldn't wonder now," said one, "if you was to think we was pirates." Jarwin smiled as he replied, "Well, I don't exactly think that, but I'm bound for to say the schooner has got such a rakish look that it wouldn't seem unnatural like if you were to hoist a black flag at the peak. An' you'll excuse me, shipmets, if I say that yer lingo ain't just so polished as it might be."

"Nicest old woman as ever was: I say," he added, as if struck by a sudden thought, "how much money have you got?" The Skipper told him, and the man laughed. "More'n I have. Spent some, give the old ooman the rest. On'y got thruppence left. Look here: you and me's shipmets, travellers. S'pose we jyne?" "A ship?" faltered Bob. "No! jyne in a boat. I'll work it: I'm bigger than you.

And now, his state-room door swung open and the sun of his benignant face beamed redly out upon men and women and children, and he roared his "Shipmets a'hoy!" in a way that was calculated to wake the dead and precipitate the final resurrection; and forth he strode, a picture to look at and a presence to enforce attention.

Then, looking straight in front of him, with that strange air of a whipped dog which humble men wear when the hand of Heaven is upon them, he staggered up the beach toward the river and Farlingford. "Where are ye goin'?" some one asked. "Over to mine," was the reply. "A'm going to my old woman, shipmets." And he staggered away in the darkness.