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Stubbins is sound asleep, you an' me an' Billy will drag him out to the railroad." Mrs. Wiggs's voice had sunk to a hoarse whisper, and her eyes looked fierce in the twilight. Lovey Mary shuddered. "You ain't going to let the train run over him, are you?" she asked. "Lor', child, I ain't a 'sassinator!
"Anything wrong, Sir?" I called out. "Yes," he answered. "I've dropped the lantern. The blessed sail knocked it out of my hand!" "We'll be all right, Sir," I replied. "I think we can manage without it. Jacobs seems to be quieter now." "Well, be careful as you come in," he warned us. "Come on, Jacobs," I said. "Come on; we'll go down on deck." "Go along, young feller," Stubbins put in.
"I guessed 'twere somethin' pretty bad, when I saw the Old Man come forrard. 'ow did it 'appen?" He looked round at the lot of us sitting there silent and smoking. "No one knows," I said, and glanced at Stubbins. I caught him eyeing me, doubtfully. After a moment's silence, Plummer spoke again. "I 'eard 'im screech, when I was at ther wheel. 'e must 'ave got 'urt up aloft."
I stared, and gradually it came to me that there was a couple of them, and further out upon the yard, a hump that might have been anything, and was only visible indistinctly amid the flutter of the canvas. "Stubbins!" the Skipper sung out. "Stubbins, come down out of that! Do you hear me?" But no one came, and there was no answer.
"Anyway, when Williams and I found him, he was hanging by the gasket, and it had a couple of turns round his wrist. And besides that, as I said before, the foot of the sail was hanging over the after side of the yard, and Tom's weight on the gasket was holding it there." "It's damned queer," said Stubbins, in a puzzled voice. "There don't seem to be no way of gettin' a proper hexplanation to it."
Here he was interrupted by John Stubbins himself, who, hearing some strange voices mingling in earnest conversation in the other end of the building, came round to see who was there. With the entrance of this John Stubbins, I must turn over another leaf of my journal.
The light from the lantern prevented me from seeing to any distance in the darkness; but, at the crosstrees, Stubbins, who was some ratlines ahead, shouted out all at once, and in gasps: "They're fightin' ... like ... hell!" "What?" called the Second Mate, breathlessly. Apparently, Stubbins did not hear him; for he made no reply. We cleared the crosstrees, and climbed into the t'gallant rigging.
"Really, Captain Stubbins, I am very sorry for what has happened," exclaimed Billy; "and I am sure the shark would be if he could speak, for he, after all, was the cause of your misfortune. Had he not given so unexpected a plunge, I should not have tumbled down nor knocked over Peter, and Peter would not have knocked over you.
"He seems to be fighting with someone to looard of him. I can't see very plainly yet." Stubbins had got round on to the lee foot-rope, and now he held the lantern up, peering, and I made my way quickly alongside of him. The Second Mate followed; but instead of getting down on to the foot-rope, he got on the yard, and stood there holding on to the tie.
"But from what the Purple Bird-of-Paradise tells me, Long Arrow's knowledge of natural history must be positively tremendous. His specialty is botany plants and all that sort of thing. But he knows a lot about birds and animals too. He's very good on bees and beetles But now tell me, Stubbins, are you quite sure that you really want to be a naturalist?" "Yes," said I, "my mind is made up."
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