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The vacant expression of this man's countenance plainly denoted that he was totally unconscious of the vicinity of danger. It expressed the listless vacancy of an Indian in a state of perfect rest his stomach full, his body at ease, his mind peaceful. "I thought Nick was not here," the captain quietly observed, smiling on the Tuscarora a little ironically. "Cap'in right Nick no here.
"Well, I seed him, Cap'in Spike; and what a body sees, he is acquainted wid." "You saw an image that looked as much like Mr. Mulford, my late mate, as one timber-head in this brig is like another." "Yes, sir, he like enough must say dat so wery like, could n't see any difference."
"We be's quite willin' to sarve'e mate, who's a good gentle'em, and as nice a young man as ever sung out, `hard a-lee," but we must t'ink little bit of number one; or, for dat matter, of number two, as Simon would be implercated as well as myself. If Cap'in Spike once knew we've lent a hand in sich a job, he'd never overlook it.
Admonishing the blacks to be more guarded in their manifestations of merriment, the captain closed the door on them, and resumed his walk up and down the quarter-deck. As soon as left to themselves, the blacks broke out afresh, though in a way so guarded, as to confine their mirth to the galley. "Cap'in Spike t'ink dat a ghost!" exclaimed Simon, with contempt.
He was beginning to entertain a considerable regard for his new skipper, dating from the time he discovered that his sinister suspicions concerning him were unfounded. He had moreover conceived a dog-like admiration for Poppy Tyrell. "That's 'is business," he said, shortly; "judging by what you 'eard in that pub, Cap'in Flower knows where to put 'is hand on one or two more if 'e wants 'em."
If he finds out that anybody has quit dis brig dis werry night, woful will come! It no good to try to run; I run t'ree time, an' Simon here run twice. What good it all do? We got cotched, and here we is, just as fast as ever. I knows Cap'in Spike, and does n't want to fall in athwart his hawse any more." "Y-e-s, dat my judgment too," put in the cook.
"Do you know anything of the major, Nick?" the serjeant demanded, determined to examine the case thoroughly ere he came to a decision. "Major dere see him at door plenty sentinel. All good where cap'in?" "Where did you leave him? You can give the last account of him." "Go in behind cupboard under rock plenty bushes all right son dere."
"Nobody was more surprised than wot I was." "How strange," said two or three voices. They regarded him tenderly, and the youngest bridesmaid, a terrible child of ten, climbed up on his knee and made audible comparisons between the two bridegrooms, which made Mr. Gibson smile. "Time we started," said Mrs. Banks, raising her voice above the din. "Cap'in Barber, you and Mr.
"Ask Nick, cap'in, all he right to ask; but, don't touch ole flog. How I cross palisade? Where your sentinel to stop Injin? One at gate; well, none all round, t'other place. Get in, up here, down dere, over yonder. Ten, twenty, t'ree spot s'pose him tree? climb him. S'pose him palisade? climb him, too. What help? Soldier out at gate when Nick get over t'other end! Come in court, too, when he want.
"I wish it were not so, Nick. But my hatchet is buried, I hope, for ever." "Nick hope cap'in know where to find him, if he want to? Very bad to put anyt'ing where he forget; partic'larly tomahawk. Sometime quarrel come, like rain, when you don't tink." "Yes, that also cannot be denied. Yet, I fear the next quarrel will be among ourselves, Nick.
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