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Updated: June 14, 2025
If you can only get them to realise that you're right, they'll be glad to put into the nearest port, and send us all ashore." I shook my head. "Well, anyway, they'll have to do something," he replied, in answer to my gesture. "We can't go round the Horn, with the number of men we've lost. We haven't enough to handle her, if it comes on to blow." "You've forgotten, Tammy," I said.
At that time, no one, not even Plummer, seemed to think very much of the matter. And when I mentioned it to Tammy, and asked him whether he'd noticed it, he only remarked that it must have been heat, or else the sun drawing up water. I let it stay at that; for there was nothing to be gained by suggesting that the thing had more to it.
And suddenly they were all inside, overwrought Ailie on the floor, clasping the little dog and crying hysterically. "Bobby's no' deid! Bobby's no' deid! Oh, Maister Traill, ye wullna hae to gie 'im up to the police! Tammy's got the seven shullin's in 'is bonnet!" And there was small Tammy, crutches dropped and pouring that offering of love and mercy out at the foot of an altar in old St. Giles.
Then, without waiting for my denial, he told Tammy to go to hell out of it and stop his noise, or he'd boot him off the poop. After that, he walked forward to the break of the poop, and lit his pipe, again walking forward and aft every few minutes, and eyeing me, at times, I thought, with a strange, half-doubtful, half-puzzled look.
Far down among the shadows I thought, presently, that I could make out the immense, indefinite stretch of vast decks. "My God!" whispered Tammy, and shut up. But presently, he gave out a short exclamation, as though an idea had come to him; and got down off the spar, and ran forrard on to the fo'cas'le head.
"When we go aloft, you get into the foretop, and keep one of these going all the time, do you hear?" "Yes, Sir," replied the man. "You know how to strike them?" the Skipper asked, abruptly. "Yes, Sir," he answered. The Skipper sung out to the Second Mate: "Where's that boy of yours Tammy, Mr. Tulipson?" "Here, Sir," said Tammy, answering for himself. The Old Man took another light from the box.
Tammy did not even move when they gently and deftly tied his hands together, and put a not uncomfortable gag over his mouth, and he only snored a little louder, but did not wake, when they lifted him up. I ought to have mentioned that Yaspard had provided masks for himself and his companions.
"Listen to me, boy!" he said. "Take this, and stand-by on the forrard deck house. When we go aloft, you must give us a light until the man gets his going in the top. You understand?" "Yes, Sir," answered Tammy, and took the light. "One minute!" said the Old Man, and stooped and took a second light from the box. "Your first light may go out before we're ready.
"Whaur's that sma' ?" He dived into this pocket and that, making a great pretense of searching, until he found a narrow band of new leather, with holes in one end and a stout buckle on the other, and riveted fast in the middle of it was a shining brass plate. Tammy read the inscription aloud: GREYFRIARS BOBBY 1867 Licensed The wonderful collar was passed from hand to hand in awed silence.
As I followed the other two aloft, I heard the Second Mate tell Tammy, whose time-keeping it was, to get down on to the maindeck with the other 'prentice, and keep an eye on the fore and aft stays. "He may try down one of them if he's cornered," I heard him explain. "If you see anything, just sing out for me, right away." Tammy hesitated. "Well?" said the Second Mate, sharply.
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