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"He can't be much of a devil now," observed Bill Spurey; "for what's a devil without a tail? A devil is like a sarpent, whose sting is in his tail." "Yes," replied Short, who had looked on in silence. "But I say, Moggy, perhaps it is as well for him not to find you on board." "What do I care?" replied Moggy.
The consequence was, as the evening was clear, that there was a very numerous assemblage upon the forecastle of the cutter Yungfrau. "Flog Jemmy!" said Bill Spurey. "Why, Jemmy's a hofficer." "To be sure he is," observed another: "and quite as good a one as Vanslyperken himself, though he don't wear brass on his hat." "Damn it what next heh, Coble?" Coble hitched up his trousers.
"If they lays their hands upon an officer," observed Coble, "it will be mutiny; and then Jemmy calls in the ship's company to protect him." "Exactly," observed Jemmy. "And den, mein Gott, I zettle for de corporal," observed Jansen. "I'll play him a trick yet." "But now, it's no use palavering," observed Spurey; "let's come to some settlement.
Vanslyperken was awakened three hours after he had fallen asleep by the noise of the buckets washing the decks. He heard the men talking on deck, and aware that no one knew that he was on board, he rose from his bed, and opened one of the sliding sashes of the skylight, that he might overhear the conversation. The first words he heard were from Bill Spurey.
"He shall go into his cabin at twelve o'clock, that will be the best way." "But the corporal." "Hush! there is someone there," said Spurey, who, attracted by a slight noise made by Vanslyperken's boots, turned short round.
"But then, you know, he'll haunt us just as much as ever we shall see him here just the same." "A spirit is only a spirit," observed Smallbones; "he may live in the cabin all day and night afore I care; but, d'ye see, there's a great difference between the ghost of a dog and the dog himself." "Why, if the beast ar'n't natural, I can't see much odds," observed Spurey.
"Hurrah! my lads, then," cried Bill Spurey; "now then, strike up, Jemmy, and let us give it lots of mouth."
So drink, and call for vat you please, Until you hab your vack, boys; Ve'll think no more of angry seas, Till ve standen back, boys. Chorus and laughter. With a whip, snip, high cum diddledy, The cog-wheels of life have need of much oiling; Smack, crack this is our jubilee Huzza, my lads, we'll keep the pot boiling. Bill Spurey
"Never mind Jemmy's wife, let's have Jemmy's song," said Spurey; "he hasn't piped since he was pulled up by the corporal." "No: he put my pipe out, the hippopotamus. Well, I'll give it you it shall be about what we are talking of, Obadiah."
"It's my opinion he'll be for flogging us next, Short," said the old man. "Yes," replied Short. "Shall we allow Jemmy to be flogged?" "No," replied Short. "If it warn't for them ere marines, and the lumpy beggar of a corporal," observed one of the seamen. "Pish," quoth Jemmy, who was standing among them. "Won't he make it out mutiny?" observed Spurey.
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