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Updated: June 22, 2025
Ain't men deceivin'? Now I'd 'a' risked Mr. Stubbins myself fer the askin'. It's true he was a widower, an' ma uster allays say, 'Don't fool with widowers, grass nor sod. But Mr. Stubbins was so slick-tongued! He told me yesterday he had to take liquor sometime fer his war enjury." "But, Mrs. Wiggs, what must we do?" asked Lovey Mary, too absorbed in the present to be interested in the past.
"Let me see," he muttered, and scratched his head with one hand, while he fumbled for his trousers with the other. "'oo made ther fore r'yal fast?" He got into his trousers, and stood up. "Why, ther Or'nary, er course; 'oo else do yer suppose?" "That's all I wanted to know!" said the 'prentice, and went away. "Hi! Tom!" Stubbins sung out to the Ordinary. "Wake up, you lazy young devil.
If there were wind enough to do the one, it seems to me that it might have done the other." "Do you mean that it was hunder ther yard, or hover ther top?" he asked. "Over the top, of course. What's more, the foot of the sail was hanging over the after part of the yard, in a bight." Stubbins was plainly surprised at that, and before he was ready with his next objection, Plummer spoke.
Now look at the next picture: men pointing to their open mouths they are hungry; men praying begging any one who finds this letter to come to their assistance; men lying down they are sick, or starving. This letter, Stubbins, is their last cry for help." He sprang to his feet as he ended, snatched out a note-book and put the letter between the leaves.
When we heard this talked of, without knowing the truth of it, John Stubbins took a penny and went to the White Hart and bought a drink of beer, and then the landlady let him look into the newspaper which she keeps for her customers. When he came back, he told us a good deal of what was going on, and said he was sure the times would be better one of these days.
There's no doubt about it, Stubbins: we have here a fish who has escaped from captivity. And it's quite possible not certain, by any means, but quite possible that I may now, through him, be able to establish communication with the shellfish. This is a great piece of luck." WELL, now that he was started once more upon his old hobby of the shellfish languages, there was no stopping the Doctor.
"No, Sir," answered the Second Mate. "If it is, it's more of this devilish work!" "It's adrift right enough," said the Skipper, and he and the Second went a few ratlines higher, keeping level with one another. I had now got above the crosstrees, and was just at the Old Man's heels. Suddenly, he shouted out: "There he is! Stubbins! Stubbins!" "Where, Sir?" asked the Second, eagerly.
Now, however, Stubbins and I moved out slowly along the foot-rope. We went slowly; but we did well to go at all, with any show of boldness; for the whole business was so abominably uncanny. It seems impossible to convey truly to you, the strange scene on the royal yard. You may be able to picture it yourselves.
"Well, you're both a damn long way out of it!" Tom chipped in, pretty warm. "I wasn't asleep; an' the sail did bloomin' well hit me." "Don't you be impertinent, young feller," said Jaskett. I joined in again. "There's another thing, Stubbins," I said. "The gasket Tom was hanging by, was on the after side of the yard. That looks as if the sail might have flapped it over?
Again there was no reply. "Is Stubbins here? anyone!" The Second's voice sounded sharp and anxious. There was a moment's pause. Then one of the men spoke: "He's not here, Sir." "Who saw him last?" the Second asked. Plummer stepped forward into the light that streamed through the Saloon doorway. He had on neither coat nor cap, and his shirt seemed to be hanging about him in tatters.
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