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"But, harkee, Joe, you will die in slow misery. Better a quick bullet from Rackham's pistol." "Find some way to send off a little food and water, Peter, and I will set tight on this desert island. And mayhap you will dance at the end of a rope afore I shuffle off." "A hard request, Joe," replied the puzzled Tobey. "Unless I can come off again with some of our own men, how can it be done?
"These men with you in the snow 'ud sooner follow Ned Rackham, flint-hearted though he be, than to rejoin the Revenge." "Not so loud," cautioned the coxswain. "We'll see which way the cat is going to jump. Us poor devils is sore uneasy at findin' how you were dealt with." "What of the master and crew of the snow?" asked Tobey. "Were they snuffed out? That 'ud be Rackham's way."
They're as wet as a dish-rag." "They're full of water, too," Tobey grumbled as he sprawled on the floor, sticking one big, awkward foot into her lap. "The water in there makes me cold." "You spoil all your pa's shoes that away," said Mrs. Brenner, her head bent over her task. "He told you not to go round in the wet with 'em any more. He'll give you a lashing if he comes in and sees your shoes.
She strained her ears to listen. A long silence followed his exit. But there was no outcry from Tobey, no muttering nor blows. After a few moments, moving quickly, her husband came out. She raised her heavy eyes to stare at him. He stopped and looked intently at his own muddy tracks. "I'll get a rag and wipe up the mud right off."
"A little fee," said Mr. Jayres, smiling sweetly. "A mere trifle, I assure you; just enough to defray expenses say er a hundred dollars." "Oh, dear me!" cried Mrs. Tobey. "This is vexing. To think of coming down town, Tobey, dear, with the expectations of going back rich, and then going back a hundred dollars poorer than we were. I really don't think we'd better do it, Tobey?" "Ah," said Mr.
But he adopted a tone different from the Major's and addressed himself to Tobey as the apparent leader of the band. "Sir," he said calmly but with pointed emphasis, "I believe you were born a gentleman, as were your comrades here." "You are right," answered Tobey. "And each and every one you see before you has fallen from his former high estate through no fault of his own."
"Where you been?" she persisted. As he did not answer she coaxed him, "Aw, come on, Tobey. Tell Ma. Where you been?" "I been catching butterflies," he answered. "I got a big one this time," with an air of triumph. "Where was you when you heard the scream?" she asked him cunningly. He gave a slow shake of his head. "I dunno," he answered in his dull voice. A big shiver shook him.
She went to the mantel and lighted the dull lamp. By the flicker she read the face of the clock. "Tobey's late!" she exclaimed uneasily. Her mind never rested from its fear for Tobey. His childlike mentality made him always the same burden as when she had rocked him hour after hour, a scrawny mite of a baby on her breast. "It's a fearful night for him to be out!" she muttered. "Blood!
Instantly little Wampus straightened up, grasped Tobey by the leg and with a swift, skillful motion jerked him from his horse. The man started to draw his revolver, but in an instant he and Wampus were rolling together upon the ground and the Canadian presently came uppermost and held his antagonist firmly between his knees.
Martin and Sarah came to America, and Ezekiel was lost at sea before he had married. Now then, where do you come in?" "My mother " said Mr. Tobey. "Was a Bugwug," said Mrs. Tobey.
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