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During this part of the voyage Desmond found his position somewhat improved. His pluck had won the rough admiration of the men; Captain Barker was not so constantly chevying him; and Mr. Toley showed a more active interest in him, teaching him the use of the sextant and quadrant, how to take the altitude of the sun, and many other matters important in navigation.
In a few minutes of all the Saxon band which had for so many hours successfully resisted the onslaught of the Danes, not one survived save a few fleet-footed young men who, throwing away their arms, succeeded in making their escape, and a little group, consisting of Algar, Toley, Eldred, and the other leaders who had gathered together when their men broke their ranks and had taken up their position on a knoll of ground rising above the plain.
"Deep enough to sink you and your notions and all that's like to come of 'em. Darned if I ain't got the most lubberly company ever mortal man was plagued with. Officers and men, there en't one of you as is worth your salt, and you with your long face and your notions why, hang me, you're no more good than the dirtiest waister afloat." Mr. Toley smiled sadly, and ventured on no rejoinder.
The waves dashed over its sides; the men, blinded by the rain, were too much cowed to attempt to bail out. Desmond was at the helm; Bulger and Toley had an oar each; although only a few yards distant, Desmond could scarcely see them through the pelting rain. With great difficulty he got the sail hoisted; and then the vessel ran down the river at racing speed.
When the captain had come to an end, and sunk into an estate of lowering dudgeon, Mr. Toley said quietly: "'Tis all you say, sir, and more. I guess I've never seen a harder case. But while you was speaking, something you said struck a sort of idea into my brain." "That don't happen often. What is it?" "Why, the sort of idea that came to me out o' what you was saying was just this.
Toley, who, like Desmond and the serang, was clothed, much to Bulger's amusement, as a fairly well-to-do ryot. For some hours the tide was contrary; but when it turned, the budgeros, under the combined impulses of sail, oar and current, made swift progress, arousing some curiosity among the crews of riverside craft, little accustomed to the sight of budgeros moving so rapidly.
Toley and me'll put him away decent like: and it won't do him no harm if we just says 'Our Father' over the grave." Desmond was turning away when three of his men came into the compound, two grasping a Frenchman by the arms, the third a black boy. The former Desmond recognized as the man whom he had seen expostulating with Diggle; the latter was Scipio Africanus, looking scared and miserable.
Well, in course, 'twas no kiss-an'-be-friends arter that; so, bein' in a mounseer's place, Mr. Toley took French leave, which I did the same, and here we are a-lookin' for a job. "But Lor' bless me! what's happened to you, Mr. Burke? When you didn't come aboard at that there Gheria, Captain Barker he says, 'Log that there knave Burke a deserter, says he. But I says to Mr.
Toley in charge, came aboard in high humor. "I may be wrong," remarked Bulger, "but judgin' by cap'n's face, he've been an' choused the Pirate got twice the valley o' the goods he's landed." "I wonder where Mr. Diggle is?" said Desmond. "You en't no call to mourn for him, I tell you.
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