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Truefitt, going into the front-room and sinking into a chair after the constable had taken his departure. "I don't believe he was mad." "Only a little weak in the head, I think," said Prudence, in a clear voice. "He was very frightened after you had gone; I don't think he will trouble us again." "He'd better not," said Mrs. Truefitt, sharply. "I never heard of such a thing never."
Ronald was well pleased to get such an ally as honest Job Truefitt, for there was not among the crew of the "Thisbe" a better seaman or a more trustworthy, better-hearted fellow. While the rest were rushing on deck, Ronald and his companions made their way along the deck to the sick-bay.
He knew that Ronald would not dare to fire; he doubted whether he would even venture to strike, for fear of injuring Miss Armytage. Ronald's eye was practised, his nerves were well strung. "Release her, villain! madman!" he shouted again. He saw what Alfonse, who had to turn his head to look at him, did not see, Truefitt and Doull springing across the road.
"If them there tops'ls weren't cut by an English sail-maker, I'm ready to pass for a Schiedam drinking big-breeched Dutchman for the rest of my born days," observed Job Truefitt, in a decisive tone, as standing up on the forecastle deck, and holding on by the mast, he shaded his eyes with his hand, and took a severe scrutiny of the stranger. "Maybe I've handed them more than once and again."
Ronald begged that Truefitt and Doull might accompany him, a request that was at once granted; and then he put in a word for Glover, and asked if he might have him as a first lieutenant. "Yes, I esteem him; he is a good officer, but I can get a man to fill his place, who will suit me better," was the answer. So it was arranged. Ronald went on board and read his commission.
"Would you like me to stay?" he asked. "I?" said Miss Truefitt, tossing her head. "No, I don't want you. Besides, you're frightened." Mr. Catesby turned, and with a firm step made his way back to the room; Prudence, with a half-smile, took a chair near the door and regarded her prisoner with unholy triumph.
Well, I'm going; we'll have a jolly lark with Linda. If for no other reason, I should be glad to go to upset her apple cart." "Dear me, Stephie! you are very coarse and vulgar," said Miss Truefitt. "Not a bit of it, auntie. Have a bon-bon, do." Stephanotie rushed across the room, opened a big box of bon-bons, and presented one, as if it were a pistol, full in Miss Truefitt's face.
You look the same as you always did, and it seems only yesterday since I kissed Prudence good-bye at the docks. You were crying, Prudence." Miss Truefitt made no reply; she gazed at him unflinchingly and then bent toward her mother. "He is mad," she whispered; "we must try and get him out quietly. Don't contradict him." "Keep close to me," said Mrs. Truefitt, who had a great horror of the insane.
I am a bit of a scorcher; but there, when I am trained in properly I'll be one of the best of good creatures." "Well, you are booked for to-morrow now," said Molly; "and Jehoshaphat! if you don't come in time " "Oh, Molly!" whispered Nora. "There, I won't say it again." Poor Miss Truefitt looked much shocked.
Catesby attempted to shake her off, but in vain, and he ground his teeth as he realised the absurdity of his position. A man he could have dealt with, but Mrs. Porter was invulnerable. Sooner than walk down the road with her he preferred the sallies of the parlour. He walked back to his old position by the fireplace, and stood gazing moodily at the floor. Mrs. Truefitt tired of the sport at last.
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