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The females had suffered slight attacks of sea-sickness, and recovered from them, and the brig was safe from all her pursuers. The manner of Spike's escape was simple enough, and without any necromancy.
Spike's excitement vented itself in a rush of words. "Gee, boss! There's bin doin's to-night fer fair. Me coco's still buzzin'. Sure t'ing! Why, say, when I was to Sir Tummas' dressin'-room dis afternoon " "What!" "Surest t'ing you know. Just before de storm come on, when it was all as dark as could be. Well, I was " Jimmy interrupted. "In Sir Thomas's dressing-room! What the "
While M'Ginnis stared from his swelling, bloody wrists to Ravenslee's face a face quite as fierce and determined as his own steps were heard and Spike's voice called: "Hermy come in yet, Geoff?" "Not yet but our friend Mr. Flowers has dropped in socially, I fancy." "Mr. Who?" enquired Spike at the door, but beholding M'Ginnis's angry face, he paused there, staring aghast.
"Do you intend to trust yourself in the yawl, Don Esteban?" demanded the Mexican quietly. "If so, is she not too small to contain so many as we shall make altogether?" Spike's answer was given in a low voice; and it evidently came from a very husky throat. "Speak lower, Don Wan," he said.
Here's a rock close aboard on us, to which we're comin' fast just off here, on our weather-bow, that looks to me like the place where you landed a'ter that swim, and where we had stowed ourselves when Stephen Spike made us out, and gave chase." "It is surprising to me, Jack, that you should have any fancy to stick by a man of Spike's character.
There was nothing in his appearance to betray the detective to the unskilled eye, but years of practice had left Spike with a sort of sixth sense as regarded the force. He could pierce the subtlest disguise. Jimmy had this gift in an almost equal degree, and it had not needed Mr. Galer's constant shadowing of himself to prove to Jimmy the correctness of Spike's judgment.
Presently he sank back in his chair, and, lolling thus, looked sleepily at the opposite wall but saw it not, nor heard the clatter of cups and saucers from the kitchen accompanied by Spike's windy whistling; and, as he lounged thus, he spoke softly, and to himself. "An object!" he murmured.
"You weigh a ton!" "It's dark, but it feels light it's warm." Private Cowan leaned to shield the sun from Spike's garbled face. "Sure it's dark!" said he. "Can't see your hand before your face!" Spike was holding up a hand, thumb and fingers widely spread, moving it before his sightless eyes. "You got to go back. You're too fat to be up here."
Mulford had a profound respect for Spike's seamanship, whatever he might think of his principles. The order was consequently obeyed. The mate was then directed to send down various articles out of the top, and to get the top-gallant and royal yards on deck.
"Well," continued Ravenslee gravely, "Destiny, or Heaven, or the Almighty, taking pity on this sorry fool, sent to him an angel in the shape of your brother." "Of Arthur?" she exclaimed, while Spike's rigid attitude relaxed, and he drew a sudden, deep breath. "Of Arthur!" nodded Ravenslee.
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