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As the Danes turned to fly the Saxons set up a triumphant shout, and breaking up their solid phalanx rushed after them in complete disorder. In vain Algar, Osgot, Toley, Eldred, and the other leaders shouted to them to stand firm. Weary of their long inactivity, and convinced that the Danes were routed, the Saxons pursued them across the plain.
Toley on the other. They made little noise, and that was drowned by the singsong of the sailors and the grinding of the cables; the pilot with his back to the bulwarks saw nothing, and before Captain Barker knew that anything unusual was occurring both Bulger and Toley were tumbling over the sides.
Ho! shake hands, matey; this is a sight for bad eyes!" "Glad to see you, Bulger," said Desmond quietly; "and you, too, Mr. Toley." Mr. Toley had shown no surprise; but then, nothing ever surprised Mr. Toley. "Sure I'm rejoiced," he said. "We had given you up for lost."
Toley, "'tis strange to meet a grab so far out at sea. We'll run down to it." "What is a grab?" asked Desmond of Bulger, when the news had circulated through the ship's company. "Why, that's a grab, sure enough. I en't a good hand at pictur' paintin'; we're runnin' square for the critter, and then you'll see for yourself.
The French, so far as Captain Barker knew, had no such fleet in Indian waters, nor had the Dutch or Portuguese. If they were indeed British men-o'-war he would be caught between two fires, for there was not a doubt that they would support the Company's vessels. "We ought to be within twenty miles of the coast, Mr. Toley," said Captain Barker. "Ay, sir, and somewhere in the latitude of Gheria."
"Hi, sir!" said Bulger as Desmond came up to them: "this here bit o' velvet is explained at last. Mr. Toley, he slit it with his cutlass, sir, and never did I see a man so down in the mouth when he knowed what was under it. 'T'ent nothing at all, sir; just three letters; and what for he went and burnt them three letters into the back of his hand 'twould beat a Daniel to explain.
Meanwhile the boatswain and his mates secured the yards; the ship's carpenter brought up shot plugs for repairing any breeches made under the waterline; and the gunners looked to the cannon and prepared charges for them and the small arms. Bulger was in charge of the twelve-pounder aft, and Mr. Toley had tolled off Desmond to assist him.
Now, you go for'ard into the galley and scrape the slush off the cook's pans; quick's the word." From that day Desmond led a dog's life. He found that as ship's boy he was at the beck and call of the whole company. The officers, with the exception of Mr. Toley, the melancholy first mate, took their cue from the captain; and Mr. Toley, as a matter of policy, never took his part openly.
I'm a man of few words." "Very well; come up to Mr. Merriman's house by the Rope Walk and we'll see what he says." That same day Mr. Merriman invited the American to dinner, and engaged him, to Desmond's surprise, as first mate for the Hormuzzeer, with Bulger as bo'sun. "Don't look so blue," he said to Desmond when Mr. Toley had gone. "He will, of course, take your place.
A grunt of satisfaction and relief rolled round the company, and in response to repeated cries for more beer a stout woman in a mob cap and dirty apron came from the inn with a huge copper can, from which she proceeded to fill the empty tankards. "Is the press still hot, sir?" asked Mr. Toley. "Yes. Four men, I was told, were hauled out of the Good Intent yesterday."
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