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Then the captain did a thing which went far to prove that true gentility is not a matter of deportment or mincing phrase. "Keep mum before this crowd," he muttered. "Stand by, and I'll pull you through." Stump extended a gigantic hand to the hairy one. "Glad to see you again, old Never-fail," he roared. "Let me introjuice our second mate. Mr. Tagg Mr. King. An' now, Tagg, wot's for breakfast? Mr.
Indeed you are fully sure to meet them lounging on horseback, about five o'clock, under the trees by the Serpentine, examining critically the inmates of the flashy broughams which parade up and down 'the Lady's Mile. Tagg and Rag are very well acquainted, and so the former, with that candour inseparable from intimate friendship, told me his dear friend's history.
It was the only way. I could not talk plainly in England, you see." "I don't know much about 'em," said Stump. "I can answer for myself an' Tagg, an' from wot I hear, Mr. King has a heart of the right size. As for the others, I'll run the rule over 'em between here an' Port Said.
Royson sprang into the midst of them, found von Kerber, and said: "You're all right now, Baron. We can whip the heads off these rascals." The sound of his English tongue seemed to take all the fight out of the remaining warriors. Tagg had closed valiantly with one, and the others made off. Von Kerber rose to his feet, so Royson went to Tagg's assistance.
Won't Becky be pleased! An' wot'll Tagg say? Pore old Tagg! He'll 'ave a fit!" "Look here, captain " began Dick, swinging his feet to the ground.
I am all right, and everlastingly obliged to you, but I do not wish to be detained in Marseilles while the slow French law gets to work. So let him go. He is nothing a mere hireling, yes? And we sail to-morrow." "You've left your trademark on this chap," broke in Tagg. He was bending over a prostrate body, and the cab-driver was bewailing the plight of his voiturette.
"You see," purred the Baron affably, refilling the glasses which Stump and Tagg had emptied at a gulp, "ladies, especially young ones, are apt to be nervous." "Have we wimmen aboard this trip?" growled Stump in a deep rumble of disapproval. "Ladies, yes. Two, and a maid." Stump bore round on his chief.
You at once became a hero among the sailors, which, by the way, was only fit and proper if you are destined to fill the role played by your distinguished ancestor." A quiet little smile chased the shadows from her face, and Dick flushed as he recalled the wild words of that wonderful night in the canal. "Tagg must have been talking," he managed to say.
Charlie Tagg felt as though 'e could ha' called 'im a lot o' worse things than that, but he took up 'is hat and Mrs. Cook and Emma got their bonnets on and they went round. "I don't think much of it for eighty pounds," ses Charlie, beginning his artfulness as they came near a big shop, with plate-glass and a double front. "Eh?" ses old Cook, staring at 'im. "Why, that ain't the place.
This legion is historically reported to have met with reverses. That is true, in the sense that its galleys were beset by a terrible storm on the return voyage. Though the Red Sea is usually a fair-weather lake, you can have a stiff blow there at times, I believe, Captain Stump?" Thus appealed to, Stump had to open his mouth. "I've known it blow like sin," he said. "Isn't that so, Tagg?"
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