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"Is this the Waterman's Rest?" "Ay, ay, young gen'leman, and a blamed restful place it is, too, fit for watermen what en't naught but landlubbers, speaking by the book, but not fit for the likes of us jack tars. Eh, mateys?" His companions grunted acquiescence. "I have a message for Mr. Toley; is he here?" "Ay, that he is. That's him at the table yonder. "Mr.
I'm to come back and report, sir?" "Of course. No doubt you will meet us on the way." On reaching Daudpur Desmond selected twenty Sepoys who knew the country and ordered them to be ready to start with him at midnight. Bulger and Mr. Toley he had already informed of his mission, and he found them more than eager to share in it. Just after midnight the little party set out.
Toley in his brand new uniform looked more melancholy than ever, and Phyllis Merriman made a little grimace when she saw for the first time the captain under whose charge she was to sail for home. "Don't be alarmed," said Desmond, laughing. "The sadder he looks, I believe the happier he is. Silas Toley is a fine seaman and a true gentleman. "I wonder if we shall ever meet again, Miss Merriman?"
When he once more recovered consciousness, he saw a figure by his side. It was Mr. Toley. Again the distant thunder of artillery fell upon his ears. "What is happening?" he asked feebly. "Almighty be praised!" said Toley fervently, "you're coming safe to port. Hush! Lie you still. You'll want nussin' like a babby. Never you heed the popguns; I'll tell you all about them when you're stronger.
"I didn't expect to see you till tomorrow." Bulger winked. "You wouldn't axe if you wasn't a landlubber, meanin' no offense," he said. "'Tis last night ashore. We sailor men has had enough o' Waterman's Rests an' such like. To tell you the truth, we gave Mr. Toley the slip, and now we be goin' to have a night at the Crown an' Anchor." "What about the press gang?" "We takes our chance.
"I got up and stumbled after him. He led me by dark ways out of the fort, past the new godown, across the burying ground, down to Chandpal ghat. There I found Mr. Toley awaiting me with a boat, and 'tis thanks to my old peon and him I now find myself safe." "And do you know what became of Bulger?" asked Desmond. "He is with the rest, sorely battered, poor man." "What will happen to the prisoners?
Toley came to his bunk, bringing with him Mr. Merriman himself. The merchant had his head bound up, and wore his left arm in a sling. He was pale, haggard, the shadow of his former self. "What has happened, sir?" cried Desmond the instant he saw him. "Are the ladies safe?" "God pity us, Desmond! I shall never see them again. My poor Dora! my sweet Phyllis! They are lost! All is lost!
But there, I mustn't make sport of such a serious matter. Go on as you have begun, my dear lad, and I promise you, when you come home, that if Phyllis hasn't found someone already to her liking, you shall have all the influence I can exert with the minx." "Thank you, sir: I couldn't ask for more. There's another thing: do you think you could do anything for Mr. Toley? He's a capital fellow."
I can promise you good treatment from Colonel Clive." The Frenchman smiled, shrugged, and exclaimed: "Eh bien! La guerre est la guerre!" Remembering Coja Solomon, Desmond asked Toley to search Diggle's body before burying it. But nothing was found, except a little money.
"And four bad bargains for the king," put in the second man, whose cross glances caused Desmond no little discomfort. At this moment Joshua Wiggs, the innkeeper, came up, carrying three fowling pieces. "There be plenty o' ducks today, mister," he said. "Then we'll try our luck," said Mr. Toley, rising. "Thank 'ee, my lad," he added to Desmond. "You'll take a sup with the men afore you go?
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