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"There comes Bill Johnson!" exclaimed George, suddenly, "just behind the Long Dock." The boys looked in the direction indicated, and saw the top of the masts and sails of a boat which was moving slowly along on the other side of the dock. Frank accordingly turned the Speedwell's head toward the island, and just at that moment the sail-boat came in sight.
And so I told you the story of Meg Speedwell, and how she lived happily ever after. Nay, hear me out! The blood of Meg Speedwell's lord flows in my veins. I think I may boast that I have inherited something of his sagacity. In any case, I can profit by his example. Do not fear that I, if you were to wed me, should demand a metamorphosis of your present self. I should take you as you are, gladly.
"You can lead them a long chase, if you try." "I assure you that we will do our best," said George. The Speedwell's sails were hoisted, and Frank took his seat at the helm, while Ben placed himself so as to assist in managing the sails. Brave took his usual station in the bow, and they moved slowly down the creek.
We had only one small cannon, which we could not mount, and were therefore obliged to fire it as it lay along the deck; and we had only two round shot, a few chain-bolts, the clapper of the Speedwell's bell, and some bags of stones. We came up with her in four hours; but I now saw that she had guns and pattereroes, with a considerable number of men, whose arms glittered in the sun.
It went away, watching from afar far for an insect from "the little speedwell's darling blue" upon the hedge-bank, and just as she was moistening the load, gathered ready to fly off, delivered its final ultimatum a marvelously persistent murderer.
"Can you make the mend, d'ye think; and just about how long is it going to take you?" "Between five and ten minutes, not more," came the reply; "I've got the hang of it now, and the end's in sight." "Whoopee! that sounds good to me!" shouted Gusty Bellows, waving his hat. Five minutes had hardly passed before they heard the familiar pop-pop-pop of the Speedwell's motor exhaust.
A great hue and cry was spreading along the town's edge, mainly in the direction of the landing-stairs, and we looked for a boat to appear behind us at any moment. Also, to my mind, there was some uncertainty as to the reception the Speedwell's skipper would give us.
They said to Mr. Speedwell, "We wanted to see him. What is it eh?" "It's a break-down in his health." "Bad training?" "Athletic Sports." "Oh! Thank you. Good-evening." Mr. Speedwell's answer drove them out like a flock of sheep before a dog. There was not even time to put the question to them as to who was to take him home. "I'll look after him, Sir," said Perry. "You can trust me."
Before the Speedwell's anchor swung, Ere yet the Mayflower's sail was spread, While round his feet the Pilgrims clung, The pastor spake, and thus he said: "Men, brethren, sisters, children dear! God calls you hence from over sea; Ye may not build by Haerlem Meer, Nor yet along the Zuyder-Zee.
There is no flower has the charm of all the speedwell's purity, the everlasting's strength, the mountain-lily's warmth; but who knows whether there is no love that holds all friendship, passion, worship?
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