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Whenever he sank down to rest they had to raise him up and set him on his legs again before he could totter a little way farther. "What say, Jack, to slingin' him on a pole, neck and heels?" suggested Bill Saxby. "Can we make him fast with our belts?" "And choke him to death? In Charles Town I saw Captain Bonnet's pirates carry their wounded in litters woven of boughs."
"Willing as I be to die sooner than delay ye and so vex Stede Bonnet, it 'ud please me to live to overhaul that sea chest of Blackbeard's." "I'll stand by this condemned old relic," amiably agreed Bill Saxby. "Do you request Cap'n Bonnet to send a party to salvage us, Jack." "He will take pleasure in it, Bill.
"If I do bang away and miss him," grumbled Trimble Rogers, "he's apt to pepper us afore I can reload." "But you forswore shootin' him," chided Bill Saxby, between strokes of the paddle. "Show me a great sea-chest crammed wi' treasure and I'd put a hole through the Grand High Panjandrum hisself," replied the ancient one. "Aye, Bill, there be more'n one way to skin an eel.
July Twenty-sixth. I am the happiest girl in the world! That is quite a different strain from yesterday. We leave Fir Cottage in an hour, but that doesn't matter now. I did not sleep a wink last night and crawled miserably down to breakfast. Aunt took not the slightest notice of me, but to my surprise she told Mrs. Saxby that she intended taking a farewell walk to the shore.
"A handsome clue, I call it, something to warm the cockles of your heart," grinned the sea urchin. "Aye, Jack, I should wager he wrote that down whilst he lay at anchor in Cherokee Inlet." "It seems shabby of us to keep the secret from Captain Wellsby, but there is an obligation on us " "To Bill Saxby and the old sea wolf," said Joe.
The plan was for them to pitch a camp near the shore of the bay to which they could fetch back Trimble Rogers and Bill Saxby and there wait for their ship to return and take them off. They were ready to go ashore when Captain Bonnet's navigator ordered the main-topsail laid aback and the brig slowly swung into the wind.
Saxby complimented me on my good colour. Aunt Martha looked her disapproval. If I were really ill Aunt would spend her last cent in my behalf, but she would be just as well pleased to see me properly pale and subdued at all times, and not looking as if I were too well contented in this vale of tears. July Seventeenth. I have "talked" a good deal with Mr. Shelmardine these past four days.
Failing to find him in Pamlico Sound, it was debated whether to cruise farther to the southward. Now Master Jack Cockrell and his chum had said nothing to the officers concerning the treasure in the Cherokee swamp. They felt bound in honor not to reveal it without the consent of Bill Saxby and old Trimble Rogers who were partners in the enterprise.
They hurried as fast as they could pull their feet out of the muck, and were overjoyed to jump into the hidden canoe. There they sat and thumped Jack Cockrell on the head by way of affectionate greeting. The younger man had a chubby cheek, a dimple in his chin, and blue eyes as big and round as a babe's. "Bill Saxby is me," said his pleasant voice, "and a precious job had I to get here.
In the narrow corridor he chatted with the gaoler to pass the time while Bill Saxby was explaining to the lads: "We was in duty bound, in a manner of speakin', to run you down as soon as possible and make a report. Eh, Trimble?" "Aye, Bill, to see what was to be done about the treasure. We wouldn't have 'em think we had run off with it.
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