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Treenail rumbling and stumbling in his stateroom, as he accoutred himself in a jacket similar to those of the armed boat's crew whom I had passed, and presently he stepped into the gunroom, armed also with cutlass and pistol. "Mr. Cringle, get ready to go in the boat with me, and bring your arms with you." I now knew whereabouts I was, and that my Cork friends were the quarry at which we aimed.
In a minute the firing ceased; the measured splash of oars was heard, as boats approached us. "Who's there?" sung out the lieutenant. "Torches," was the answer. "All's well, Torches," rejoined Mr Treenail; and presently the jollyboat, and launch, and cutter of the Torch, with twenty marines, and thirtysix seamen, all armed, were alongside. "What cheer, Treenail, my boy?" quoth Mr Splinter.
Captain Treenail received us very kindly, and cross-questioned us minutely as to the whereabouts of the cave and the various articles we had found within it.
"Speak for yourself, Master Plenippo," said Treenail. "But, Splinter, my man, now since the enemy have occupied the dike in front, how the deuce shall we get back into the river, tell me that?" "Why," said the senior lieutenant, "we must go as we came." And here the groans from two poor fellows who had been hit were heard from the bottom of the launch.
It's no door o' mine and it's not opening that same that old Phil Carrol shall busy himself wid." "Carline," said Mr. Treenail, quick and sharp, "remove the body." It was done. "Cruel heavy the old dame is, sir, for all her wasted appearance," said one of the men.
It was clear we had got an ugly customer poor Jenkins now called to Treenail, who was standing forward near the gun which had been fired "Och, sir, and it's badly wounded we are here." The officer was a Patlander, as well as the seaman. "Which of you my bov?" the growing seriousness of the affair in no way checking his propensity to fun, "Which of you, you, or the yard?"
"Beg pardon," said Mr. Treenail, "pray, is this Mr. 's house?" "Yes, sir, it is." "Will you have the goodness to say if he be at home?" "Oh yes, sir, he is dere upon dinner wid company," said the lady. "Well," continued the lieutenant, "say to him, that an officer of his Majesty's sloop Torch is below, with despatches for the admiral."
Nevertheless, such a society in my juvenile estimation, during my short escapade from the middy's berth, had its charms, and I was rolling in with a tolerable swagger, when Mr. Treenail pinched my arm. "Mr. Cringle, come here into my room."
About midnight, Mr Treenail returned, we shook hands with Mr , and once more shoved off; and, guided by the lights shown on board the Torch, we were safe home again by three in the morning, when we immediately made sail, and nothing particular happened until we arrived within a day's sail of New Providence.
"I say, friend Bungo, how shall we manage? You don't mean to swamp us in a shove through that surf, do you?" said Mr Treenail. "No fear, massa, if you and toder leetle man of war buccra, only keep dem seat when we rise on de crest of de swell dere." We sat quiet enough. Treenail was coolness itself, and I aped him as well as I could.
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