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He leaned forward and shook Bob, who resented it by kicking, and then throwing out a fist which struck the side of the boat a sharp rap. "Bob! Bob Chowne! Wake up!" cried Bigley taking him by both shoulders and shaking him. Bob hit out again, striking Bigley this time viciously in the chest, and the result was another sharp shake, for Bigley seemed disposed to take up his father's tone again.
For the oars were dipping regularly now as the gig was turned towards the cutter, aboard which there was an evident change. Her main-sail, which had been shaking in the breeze, gradually filled; we saw the stay-sail run up, and the beautiful boat came gliding towards the gig so as to pick her up with her crew before going in pursuit. "How quickly she sails!" cried Bigley.
That night Bigley and I went part of the way home with Bob, and then I walked part of the way home with Bigley in the calm and solitude of the summer darkness.
Bigley hesitated, and after a good deal of banter from Bob, and an appeal to me, he went off, sorry and yet pleased, to get the lines and bait. "And now he'll be obliged to go, Sep. Don't let's give him time to think, or he's such an old woman he'll back out." "But " "Get out! Don't say but.
"English boy," said Bigley grinding his teeth with pain, while I felt the big drops gathering on my forehead, and was wroth with the doctor for being so cool and brutal. "English boy! eh?" he said. "Well, but boys are the stuff of which you make young men. Ha, ha, ha! What do you think of that?" "You're half-killing me, doctor!" groaned poor Bigley. "Not I, my lad.
Bigley and I were in ecstasies, and even Bob began to look a little more cheerful as the lugger came closer, and then rounded up with her head to the wind, and lay with her dark red sails flapping. We rowed up to her side, and a man threw us a rope. "Eh ben!" he shouted. "Eh ben! Eh ben!" while half a dozen yellow-faced little fellows with rings in their ears looked down upon us and grinned.
For a good half hour he devoted himself to us, making us eat, stoking the little stove, and giving us blankets and rough coats to wear to get us warm again. After that he turned to Bigley and laid his arms upon his shoulders, drooping his hands behind, and throwing back his head as he looked him in the face. "You like me make my sheep to you hous, yais?" "Take us home, sir.
"I say," said Bigley suddenly; "we've only undone one box, oughtn't we to undo the other?" "What, that?" I said, looking at a shorter smaller box on end in the corner behind the door. "Yes." "Father didn't say I was to." "But that looks as if it came from the same place." "Why, Big," I cried eagerly, "that must have the uniforms in it." "Hurray! Yes," he cried. "Wonder whether they're scarlet?"
As for Bob Chowne, he came over and drilled sometimes, and he was considered to be our surgeon that is, by Bigley and me but he was not with us very often, for his father kept him at work studying medicine, meaning him to be a doctor later on; but, as Bob expressed it, he was always washing bottles or making pills, though as a fact neither of these tasks ever came to his share.
"I say, what shall we do?" cried Bob. "We must take off our clothes and swim for it," said Bigley. "No, no," I cried, for the idea was appalling. "Let's stay here." "What, and be swept off?" said Bob. "No; Bigley's right. We must swim for it. No, I see! There's your father's lugger, Big. Let them come and take us off." "They durstn't come in on account of the rocks," said Bigley slowly.
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