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"Oui yes to be sure," said Rollin angrily. "Anyhow von branch of a tree have found me, an' a'most split my head." "Where is it? speak, Ian; I can see nothing. Is it ah! I've found it too." "Vid yoos head?" inquired Rollin, chuckling. Victor condescended not to reply, but lay down under the partial shelter of the tree, rolled himself up in his wet blanket, and went to sleep.
He was only winged, and when Will came up and saw his tremendous talons and beak, he paused to consider how he should lay hold of him. "Och, what claws!" exclaimed Larry. "Ah!" said Bunco, smiling, "more teribuble for scratch than yoos grandmoder, eh?"
But although he had seen Ted Flaggan frequently under the aspect of a British seaman, he had never before seen him in the character of a half-boiled Moor. Besides, having been thoroughly engrossed and lost in the enjoyment of his own bath, he had paid no attention to those around him. "Turn yoos face well to de wall," whispered Rais Ali. "He great hass; hims no see yoo."
"Ye've got stirrin' times of it here intirely. Mister Ally Babby," said the tar, whose familiarity almost verged on impudence; "what betwane you an' the 40,000 thieves more or less in the town, I find it rare entertainment." "Yoos complimentary dis marnin'," returned the interpreter, with a smile. "It's always the way with me. I howld that purliteness is chape. Ye've heard the noos, I s'pose?"
"Yoos better take noder dive," suggested his friend. "Hooroo!" shouted Larry, as he whipped another large fish out of the pool. This, however, was the last for some time.
"Sure ye don't misdoubt me word, Maryann," said Larry reproachfully; "isn't it true, Bunco?" "Yoos a norribable liar, Larry," answered Bunco with a broad grin. Richards the coachman, who had been for some minutes too busy with the buttered toast and bacon to do more than listen and chuckle, here burst into a loud guffaw and choked himself partially.
"Yoos know 'bout dat," said a stern voice near him. At the same moment he was seized by the interpreter and another man, who made an effort to hurl him into the sea. But Lancey was strong, and tenacious of life.
I nebber know'd noting wusser," replied Rais, with a look of sleepy exasperation. "Beats ebberyting. Been five-an'-twenty 'eer in de kontry, an' nebber seed de like." "Seed the like!" echoed the seaman. "Did ye saw 'em when ye was aslape?" "Feel um, then," replied the other sulkily; "yoos too purtikler." "Suppose we goes an' has a whiff?" suggested Flaggan, leaping to the ground.
Something of this kind occurred on the morning of the 10th. "Collince," said the Dutchman softly. "Don' wake op der odder vellers do no goot yoos now. I gone 'way roun' der liknum, und der bullock und der horse not dere. Notteen cronk, I hope. Mi's well com anodder trip?" I left my lair, and we walked out across the plain, followed by the faithful Pup.
A young Moor, with a red fez, sat twanging a little guitar, the body of which was half a cocoa-nut, covered with parchment. This musician produced very dismal tones from its two strings, but the Arabs seemed content, and sat in silent, not to say dignified, enjoyment of it. "Eat away now," whispered Rais to Flaggan, as they entered "cross yoo legs, look solemn, an' hold yoos tongue.
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