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"Who'll list?" cried a tall, gaunt man, whom the other had called Salvation Yeo. "Now's your time! We've got forty men to Plymouth now, ready to sail the minute we get back; and we want a dozen out of you Bideford men, and just a boy or two, and then we'm off and away, and make our fortunes or go to heaven."
In the shadow of the cliff below our hiding-place crept divers of these pirate rogues, and, crouching there cheek by jowl fell to a hoarse mutter of talk yet all too low for us to catch; but presently there brake out a voice high-pitched, the which I knew for that of Smiling Sam. "We'm done, lads, I tell ye. O love my lights we'm done!
"Your walise, sir? we'm a-coming to that;" and here, once more, Mottle-face slowly winked his owl-like eye at Barnabas.
'Tis our last taste o' free life, and we'm going to do the thing fittywise, he says." The old man bent a meditative look on the village roofs below. "We'll pleasure 'en, of course," he said slowly. "So 'tis come round to Jan's turn? But a' was born in the year of Waterloo victory, ten year' afore me, so I s'pose he've kept his doom off longer than most." The two set off down the footpath.
'Tis awver an' done, an' 'twas for the best." "You'm a woman, an' can say them silly words, an' think 'em true in your heart, I s'pose. 'For the best! I caan't see much that happens for the best under my eyes. Will 'e have bite or sup?" "No, nothin'. You get back to your bed. Us'll talk in the marnin'. I'll bide here. You an' Phoebe be well, an' an' dear mother?" "We'm well.
And he stood aside, giving place to the pilot. "Shipmates," said Dyer, turning to the crowd of eager-eyed men clustered thickly about the deck below him, "you do all look most terrible disapp'inted because we'm leavin' thicky island astern, instead of goin' in and anchorin' before mun. But though he do look so good and enticin' he baint quite so good as he do look.
To think of that now " and so she went on, leading the way for them with the lantern for another quarter of a mile up the water, till she stopped, and saying, "Now, my dears, we'm home," lifted Elsie from her saddle and carried her under a low doorway, and then coming back, called Dick in also, leaving the ponies in charge of the idiot.
"'Tis this way: theer's gert virtue in cider put to apple-tree roots on this particular night, accordin' to the planets and such hidden things. Why so, I can't tell 'e, any more 'n anybody could tell 'e why the moon sails higher up the sky in winter than her do in summer; but so 't is. An' facts be facts. Why, theer's the auld 'Sam's Crab' tree in this very orchard we'm walkin' to.
"I've downed Matthew Bent, Joan! Ten fair rounds, then he gived up." "Fight, fight, fight 'tis all you think of," said his parent, while Joan poured congratulations on the conqueror. "'Tweer bound to come arter the football, when he played foul, an' I tawld en so. Now, we'm friends." "Be he bruised same as you?" "A sight worse; he's a braave picksher, I tell 'e!
You know who we'm agoin' to see, don't you? You've heard tell o' the Dudley Devil, Dick? 'Yes, said Dick. 'Ichabod goes to him for his rheumatism. 'It's on'y a step away. That's his cottage, over there. We'll get him to charm the warts away. A hundred yards farther on Mrs. Jenny checked the pony, and, dismounting from the vehicle, bade Dick tie him to an elder-shoot and follow her.
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