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"This way won't do, Will'm," said my companion, in a voice that told his alarm, "they won't be run off, lad! I'll try 'em with a shot from the old piece maybe that'll send 'em a bit."
The name is still retained in the neighbouring town of Reading, and in some old records I find that in 1549 a certain "Will'm Watlynton received xxxvis. for making of the butts;" and there are several items of charges in other years for repairing and renewing the same.
"True! indeed you must be even hungrier than I, for you gave me more than my share of the two biscuits. It was wrong of me to take it, for I'm sure you must be suffering dreadfully." "That's true enough, Will'm; but a bit o' biscuit wouldn't a made no difference. It must come to the same thing in the end."
If dar be any odder cep'n de 'kipper, it no like dey am 'trong 'nuff to bully we nohow. De two ob us be equal match fo' any four ob dem, say nuffin ob lilly Will'm." "I feel a'most sartin," rejoined the sailor, still undecided, "there be only him. If that's the case, our best way is to close up, and take possession o' the boat.
"Ef hit's done fix, nobody kin onfix it. But dess yo' leave dem gin'rals whar dey is nex' time, Mars Will'm. Hit wuz a gin'ral dat done tuk de Dominiker hen las' time de blueco'ts come to San' River." The boy, sitting entranced in reverie, scarcely heard him; and it was only when a far trumpet blew from the camp in the valley that he started in his saddle and raised his rapt eyes to the windows.
The sailor at the first glance saw that some of the chords encircling it had been cut with a knife, or other sharp instrument, not severed with any degree of exactitude, but "haggled," as if the act had been hurriedly performed. "Little Will'm again! He's cut the ropes wi' the old axe, an' it were blunt enough to make a job for him! Huzza for the noble lad!"
But his time was not yet come; and his comrade knew this, when a pair of hands, small, but strong ones, were seen grasping the cord, alongside of his own. They were the hands of Little Will'm!
"You look pleased like; do you see anything?" "I see that, boy," replied the sailor, pointing up into the sky. "What? I see nothing there except that great cloud that has just passed over the sun. What is there in that?" "Ay, what is there in't? That's just what I'm tryin' to make out, Will'm; an' if I'm not mistaken, boy, there's it 't the very thing as we both wants."
"Water!" gasped William, his eyes lighting up with gleam of hope. "A rain-cloud you think, Ben?" "I'm a'most sure o't, Will'm. I never seed a bank o' clouds like them there wasn't some wet in; and if the wind 'll only drift 'em this way, we may get a shower 'll be the savin' o' our lives. O Lord! in thy mercy look down on us, and send 'em over us!" The boy echoed the prayer.
He be thear; and He sent the flyin'-fish into our wee bit o' raft, and He sent the shower as saved me and little Will'm from dyin' o' thust; and He it war that made you an' me drift to'rds each other, so as that we might work thegither to get out o' this here scrape, as our own foolishness and wickedness ha' got us into." "Dat am de troof, Massa Brace, dat las' remark, only not altogedder!
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