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Updated: May 27, 2025
"Weel, weel," cried the other with affected carelessness, "I'd scorn to be sae graspin'. For the matter o' that ye may hae it all to yersel', but I'll hae the next thing we git that's worth muckle a' to mysel'." So saying Swankie stooped to continue his search of the body, and in a moment or two drew out the purse with an exclamation of surprise. "See, I'm in luck, Davy!
In one he found a large clasp-knife and a pencil-case; in another a leather purse, which felt heavy as he drew it out. His eyes sparkled at the first glance he got of the contents, for they were sovereigns! Just as he made this discovery, Davy Spink climbed over the ledge at his back, and Swankie hastily thrust the purse underneath the body of the dead man. "Hallo! lad, what have ye there?
I got them not more than an hour ago." The smugglers glanced at each other and were struck dumb; but they were now too much on their guard to let any further evidence of surprise escape them. "Weel, I wush ye success, sirs," said Swankie, sitting down to his oar. "It's likely ye'll come across mair if ye try Dickmont's Den. There's usually somethin' hidden there-aboots."
"It looks like the boat of our friends the fishermen, Big Swankie and Davy Spink," said Ruby, shading his eyes with his hand, and gazing earnestly at the boat as it advanced towards them. "Friends!" repeated the smith, "rascally smugglers, both of them; they're no friends of mine."
"In ye go, my beauties," said Swankie, covering them up. "Mony's the time I've buried ye." "Ay, an' mony's the time ye've helped at their resurrection," added Spink, with a laugh. "Noo, we'll away an' have a look at the kegs in the Forbidden Cave," said Swankie, "see that they're a' richt, an' then have our game wi' the land-sharks."
Swankie was too angry to make any reply, or to enter into further conversation with his comrade about the kegs of gin, so they continued their way in silence. Meanwhile, as Lieutenant Lindsay and his men had a night of work before them, the captain suggested that Minnie, Ruby, and himself should be landed within a mile of the town, and left to find their way thither on foot.
There were only two men in the boat besides its owners, Swankie and Spink. "What can they want?" said Dove, looking down on them as he turned to thrust the iron on which he was engaged into the fire. As he spoke the foreman looked up. "Ho! Ruby Brand," he shouted, "come down here; you're wanted." "Hallo! Ruby," exclaimed the smith, "more friends o' yours!
They evidently thought this an unaccountably polite Government officer, and were puzzled. However, they could do no less than accept such a generous offer. "Thank'ee, sir," said Big Swankie, spitting out his quid and significantly wiping his mouth. "I hae nae objection. Doubtless it'll be the best that the like o' you carries in yer bottle."
Uncle Ogilvy and I were walking on the pier a few days ago, when we overheard a conversation between two sailors, who did not see that we were approaching. We would not have stopped to listen, but the words we heard arrested our attention, so O what a pity! there, Big Swankie has come for our letters. Is it not strange that he should be the man to take them off?
"Prime!" replied Swankie, handing over the bottle, and wiping his mouth with the cuff of his coat. The Badger put the bottle to his mouth, but unfortunately for him, part of the liquid went down the "wrong throat". The result was that the poor man coughed, once, rather loudly.
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