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"Second watch on deck!" whispered Angel, hoarsely "and look lively!" "But I'd only just put my spoon in the strawberry ice," I moaned. "Can't be ten minutes yet." "Oh, I say," complained Angel, "don't you s'pose I know when the old clock strikes ten? You've been sleepin' like a drunken pirate and no mistake. Must be near eleven by now." "I'll just see for myself," I declared.
There's nobody around the camps these days that ain't afraid of work, of gittin' lost, of sleepin' out of their beds of nights. Prospectin' in underbrush and down timber is no cinch, but it never stopped me when I was a young feller around sixty or sixty-five." A dry, clicking sound as Sprudell swallowed made the old man look around. "Hey what's the matter? Aire you dizzy?" Dizzy!
"Three dollas," said the shoeman in a surprise which he could not conceal at Clementina's courage. She laughed, and stooped to untie the slippers. "That's too much for me." "Let me untie 'em, Clem," said the big girl. "It's a shame for you eva to take 'em off." "That's right, lady," said the shoeman. "And you don't eva need to," he added, to Clementina, "unless you object to sleepin' in 'em.
I know your game. And I know the game of the hell's maggots under our feet this minute. 'Tis they that'd desert in the boats. 'Tis you that'll smash the boats an' jail 'm kit an' crew." "S-s-s-h," I vainly interpolated. "What of it?" he went on as loudly as ever. "They're sleepin' with full bellies. The only night watch we keep is the lookout. Even Rhine's asleep.
"Here you and me have been sleepin' ha'f the forenoon. We'd ought to be ashamed of ourselves. Let's git dressed quicker 'n chain lightnin'." "Dressed?" queried Perez, sitting up in bed. "I should think you was dressed now, boots and all. What are you talkin' 'bout?" The Captain glanced down at his clothes and seemed as much surprised as his friend.
He's the Man what's a sleepin' in the grave with the kid with the same name as that bright-eyed duffer who don't like Fluke nor me." Ann, mystified, glanced at Horace. Flukey turned slowly, opened his eyes, and murmured; "'Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, look upon a little " He sighed painfully as the last words trailed from his lips.
Sn-orrr!" "Jest when things happen, Dad says. Fine weather's good sleepin', an' 'fore you know, mebbe, you're cut in two by a liner, an' seventeen brass-bound officers, all gen'elmen, lift their hand to it that your lights was aout an' there was a thick fog. Harve, I've kinder took to you, but ef you nod onct more I'll lay into you with a rope's end."
I was 'ard up 'ere in Papeete once, and was sleepin' in an ole ware'ouse along with others. Darling slept on a window-sill, and 'e used to talk about enjoyin' the full sweep o' the tradewind. We doubted that, an' so one night we crept upstairs and surprised him. 'E was stretched out on a couple o' sacks, and a reg'ler gale was blowin' on him.
She ain't much of a doctor, but I bet she knows every plant that grows in the woods, an' they're sure strong after they've been up there for a year, with the cat sleepin' on them." "I wish I could go and see her." "Guess we can," was the reply. "Doesn't she know you?" "Yes, but watch me fix her," drawled Sam. "There ain't nothin' she likes better'n a sick pusson."
"I'm figurin' as thar's no more'n one gun down there," declared Isa Blagg with a wise headshake. "One gun alone. But the man that's behind it, he sure knows how to shoot. I'm curious t' know just who it c'n be. Eh? Yes, that's so; they're drawin' off. Guess they've had about enough. They didn't catch us sleepin', as they thought to."
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