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'Broach the beer, and glory hallelujah! 'Beer? repeated Huish, struggling to his feet. 'Beer it is! cried Davis. 'Beer and plenty of it. Who's to officiate? 'Leave me alone for that, said the clerk. He knocked the necks off with a lump of coral, and each drank in succession from the shell. 'Have a weed, said Davis. 'It's all in the bill. 'What is up? asked Herrick.
"What does that mean?" he asked, passing it to Herrick. "Treachery?" "O, I suppose so!" said Herrick. "Well, tell him to come on," said Attwater. "One isn't a fatalist for nothing. Tell him to come on and to look out." Herrick returned to the figure-head. Half-way down the pier the clerk was waiting, with Davis by his side. "You are to come along, Huish," said Herrick.
'Don't talk of it! 'Well, you ARE a juggins! exclaimed Huish. 'What did you want? You wanted to kill him, and tried to last night. You wanted to kill the 'ole lot of them and tried to, and 'ere I show you 'ow; and because there's some medicine in a bottle you kick up this fuss! 'I suppose that's so, said Davis. 'It don't seem someways reasonable, only there it is.
While Huish was thus airing and exercising his bravado, the man at his side was actually engaged in prayer. Prayer, what for? God knows. But out of his inconsistent, illogical, and agitated spirit, a stream of supplication was poured forth, inarticulate as himself, earnest as death and judgment. "Thou Gawd seest me!" continued Huish. "I remember I had that written in my Bible.
To Davis, between wind and water, his mythology appeared to have come alive and Tophet to be vomiting demons. But Huish was not mystified a moment. "Divers' 'elmets, you ninny. Can't you see?" he said. "So they are," said Davis, with a gasp. "And why? O, I see, it's for armour." "Wot did I tell you?" said Huish. "Dyvid and Goliar all the w'y and back."
I'm as sorry as what you can be, and sorrier. But the game's up. We can't look near Samoa. I don't know as we could get to Peru." "Wot-ju mean?" asked Huish brutally. "I can't 'most tell myself," replied the captain. "I drew it fine; I said I did; but what's been going on here gets me! Appears as if the devil had been around. That cook must be the holiest kind of fraud. Only twelve days too!
"Are you particular about having him dead or alive?" asked Huish. "I want to see him dead," said the captain. "Ah, well!" said Huish, "then I believe I'll do a bit of breakfast." And he turned into the house. The captain doggedly followed him. "What's this?" he asked. "What's your idea, anyway?" "O, you let me alone, will you?" said Huish, opening a bottle of champagne.
"He bids you to look out no tricks." Huish walked briskly up the pier, and paused face to face with the young man. "W'ere is 'e?" said he, and to Herrick's surprise, the low-bred, insignificant face before him flushed suddenly crimson and went white again. "Right forward," said Herrick, pointing. "Now, your hands above your head."
HE'S not here collecting eggs. He's a palace at home, and powdered flunkies; and if he don't stay there, you bet he knows the reason why! Follow? 'O yes, I 'ear you, said Huish. 'He's been doing good business here, then, continued the captain. 'For ten years, he's been doing a great business.
'Well, you'll never get no more of it that's one thing, said Davis, gravely. ''Ere! wot's wrong with you, Dyvis? Coppers 'ot? Well, look at me! I ain't grumpy, said Huish; 'I'm as plyful as a canary-bird, I am. 'Yes, said Davis, 'you're playful; I own that; and you were playful last night, I believe, and a damned fine performance you made of it. ''Allo! said Huish. ''Ow's this?
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