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Mark had deferred taking any action while his right-hand man was absent; but the uproar became at last so obstreperous that he walked to the cable-covered hatchway and struck heavily upon the deck. "Now," he said, sharply, "what is it?" "Look here, squaire," came in the skipper's muffled tones, "guess yew don't want to kill us?" "Then have off that there hatch. We're being smothered: that's so."
"Then why didn't yew say so, mister, and not talk in that windy-bag way?" "Disarm the others, my lads," cried Bob. "Now you sir," he continued to Mark, "give up your sword." "Shan't." "What?" "I'm not going to give it up to yew. Tell 'em to send an orfycer, not one of the ship's boys." "You insolent hound!" "If yew call me a hound again, squaire, I'll kinder punch your head," said Mark, quietly.
"And hang me at the yardarm, squaire?" said the skipper, with a grin. "Not if you behave yourself," said Mark; "but I warn you not to try any tricks, sir, or matters may turn out unpleasantly. Here, Soup!" He made a sign, and the great broad-shouldered black ran up to him eagerly.
"Oh, if yew're going to talk Buncombe, squaire, I've done." "And so have I, sir," said Mark, "for there is plenty of work wanting me."
It inspired us one and all with a hireath for the dear old homeland for dear Wales, for the land of our fathers and mothers too, for the land that is our heritage not by Act of Parliament but by the Act of God.... "Who ownss this land to-day? The squaire and the parshon. By what right?
"'Any Justice of the King's Peace, good people, to be found near here? said the gentleman, lifting his hat to us, and very gracious in his manner. "'Your honour, saith Bill, with his hat off his head; 'there be sax or zeven warships here: arl on 'em very wise 'uns. Squaire Maunder there be the zinnyer.
"Well, do you hear?" cried Mark. "Wall, captain, I'm willing," said the skipper, "but my lads here say air yew to be trusted? and what's to become o' them if they come up and yew and yewr men turn nasty, and them without weepons?" "You heard what I said, sir; hand up your pistols," said Mark, firmly. "Guess we can't do that, squaire. But look here, captain."
The knight, snatching the letter with the utmost avidity, broke it up, and found the contents couched in these terms: "HONOURED SIR, The man az gi'en me leave to lat yaw knaw my dear leady is going to Loondon with her unkle Squaire Darnel. Be not conzarned, honoured sir, vor I'se take it on mai laife to let yaw knaw wheare we be zettled, if zobe I can vind where you loadge in Loondon.
"Any Justice of the King's Peace, good people, to be found near here?" said the gentleman, lifting his hat to us, and very gracious in his manner. "Your honour," saith Bill, with his hat off his head; "there be sax or zeven warships here: arl on 'em very wise 'uns. Squaire Maunder there be the zinnyer."
There wor Squire Maunder, here John assumed his full historical key, 'him wi' the pot to his vittle-place; and Sir Richard Blewitt shaking over the zaddle, and Squaire Sandford of Lee, him wi' the long nose and one eye, and Sir Gronus Batchildor over to Ninehead Court, and ever so many more on 'em, tulling up how they was arl gooin' to be promoted, for kitching of Tom Faggus.
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