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"Now hold you that, Mr Cringle." I took hold of the other leg, and held it in a fitting position, while Transom deliberately sewed them both up. "Now for the coat sleeves" We sealed them in a similar manner. "So now for his shirt."
Before I entered, Mr Treenail took me to one side "Tom, Tom Cringle, you must go into this crimp shop; pass yourself off for an apprentice of the Guava, bound for Trinidad, the ship that arrived just as we started, and pick up all the knowledge you can regarding the whereabouts of the men, for we are, as you know, cruelly ill manned, and must replenish as we best may."
"I shouldn't think you did," retorted the mate, whose temper was rapidly getting the better of him. "I can't think what your father was thinking of to let a pret to let a girl like you come away like this." "If you were going to say pretty girl," said Miss Cringle, with calm self-abnegation, "don't mind me, say it. The captain knows what he's about.
"Odd enough," said the lieutenant; "hand me the glass," and he peered away for half a minute. "Confound me if I can make heads or tails of it either; there, Cringle, what do you think? How do you construe it?" I took the telescope.
"I had thought to have put you on board a British vessel before this, or failing that, to have run down, and landed you at St Jago, Mr Cringle, as I promised; but you see I am prevented by these honest men there. Get below, and as you value your life, and, I may say, mine, keep your temper, and be civil."
All classes speak with a deuced brogue, and worship graven images; arrived at Cove to a late dinner and here follows a great deal of nonsense of the same kind. By the time it was half-past ten o'clock, I was preparing to turn in, when the master at arms called down to me, "Mr. Cringle, you are wanted in the gunroom."
We had shortened sail, and fired a gun, and the signal for a pilot was flying, when the Captain hailed me. "Does the sea breeze blow into the harbour yet, Mr Cringle?" "Not yet, sir; but it is creeping in fast." "Very well. Let me know when we can run in. Mr Yerk, back the main topsail, and heave the ship to."
A thought flashed on me. I peered still more intensely into the night. I was now certain. "A sail, broad on the lee bow." The ship was in a buz in a moment. The Captain answered from the quarterdeck "Thank you, Mr Cringle. How shall we steer?" "Keep her away a couple of points, sir, steady."
"He put his arm round my waist," said Miss Cringle, blushing. "WHAT!" said the mate, stuttering, "put his put his arm round your waist like" His courage suddenly forsook him. "Like what?" inquired the girl, with superb innocence. "Like THAT," said the mate manfully. "That'll do," said Miss Cringle softly, "that'll do.
"Yes, Master Cringle," he said, in a whisper, "he was as kind hearted, and as brave a lad as ever trod on shoe leather, none of the larkings of the men in the clear moonlight nights ever reached the cabin through him, nor was he the boy to rouse the watch from under the lee of the boats in bad weather, to curry with the lieutenant, while he knew the look outs were as bright as beagles, and where was the man in our watch that wanted baccy while Mr Duncan had a shiner left?"
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