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Updated: August 22, 2024
"Your young messmate just now desired to see you, Mr Cringle, but it is too late, he is insensible and dying." Whilst he spoke, a strong shiver passed through the boy's frame, his face became slightly convulsed, and all was over! The Captain rose, and Connolly, with a delicacy of feeling which many might not have looked for in her situation, spread one of our clean mess tablecloths over the body.
After a hearty laugh we relieved him, and being now joined by Percales, who came up in his gig, with Mr Smoothpate's following in his wake, we embarked for an airing at half past one in the morning Smoothpate and Percales, Longtram and Tom Cringle.
The Captain hailed, "I sent your orders on board, Mr Cringle, to bear up on your separate cruise." At the same moment, the Firebrand's ensign and pennant were hoisted we did the same a gun from the Commodore ditto from the tidy little Wave and lo! Thomas Cringle, esquire, launched for the first time on his own bottom.
"Devil confound your civility," internally murmured I. The captain twigged, and smiled. Upon which little Reefy stole up to me "Lord, Mr Cringle, could you but get me leave to go, it would be such a" "Hold your tongue, boy, how can I"
The same cause had stirred Transom. It was Aaron Bang who had been to look out at the door. "I say, Cringle, look here the Padre and the servants are digging a grave close to the chapel are they going to bury the poor girl so suddenly?"
"I don't have to twiddle my fingers, and scratch my head, and jump up and down every two minutes and a half," said Uncle Andy rather severely. "But, as I was going to say, they also got used to seeing me sitting on the bank, quiet and harmless, till they no longer felt so shy of me as they did of Jim Cringle, my guide. They knew Jim was an enemy, and they gave him a wide berth always.
"I say, Cringle, my boy," stuttered out my superior, Lieutenant and Captain being both drowned in and equalized by the claret "why, Tom, Tom Cringle, you dog don't you hear your superior officer speak, sir, eh?" My superior officer, during this address, was standing with both arms round a pillar of the piazza. "I am here, sir," said I.
"Lieutenant, smuggler as I am, don't goad me to what worse I may have been; there are some deeds done in my time, which at a moment like this I don't much like to think upon. I am a desperate man, Master Cringle; don't, for your own sake, as well as mine, try me too far. "Well but" persisted I. He would hear nothing.
At this moment the little midshipman, Master Reefpoint, a great favourite of mine, by the by, reappeared, with Tailtackle behind him, carrying my bundle. I was regularly caught, as the clothes, on the chance of a lark, had been brought from the ship, although stowed out of sight under the stern sheets of the boat. "Here are your clothes, Mr Cringle," quoth middy.
I soon found out that the object of my superior officer was to gain information amongst the crimp shops, where ten men, who had run from one of the West Indiamen, waiting at Cove for convoy, were stowed away, but I was not let farther into the secret; so I set out to pay my visit, and after passing a pleasant evening with my friends, Mr and Mrs Job Cringle, the lieutenant dropped in upon us about nine o'clock.
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