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Meanwhile Bob had reached the hatch and bent over it prior to stepping down, but instead of raising his foot for that step, he started back, his hand to his face, and a look of the most intense horror and disgust overspreading his merry countenance. "Oh!" he ejaculated; and then again, "Oh!" "What is the matter, Mr Howlett?" said the lieutenant, quietly. "Oh, just you go there, sir.
The next instant the shark had disappeared with its prey. All hope of recovering even the body of our poor shipmate was gone, and we returned with sad hearts on board. "He is a great loss to us," remarked the boatswain. "He was one of the men I could always trust, and that's more than I can say of some of the rest." "But Tim Howlett and Trinder are smart hands, surely?" I observed.
He was getting better, and now my work's all undone again. I expect you've killed him." "Silence!" cried that gentleman, feeling Mark's pulse. "Yes, of course. Fever greatly increased. Hush, not a word, Vandean. Lie perfectly still. I ought to have been told that you had fully recovered your consciousness. Now, Mr Howlett, you had better be off." "No, sir; don't send me away.
Dr Howlett, however, appeared to be perfectly satisfied with the information; and by the indignant manner in which he struck his long gold-headed ebony walking-stick on the floor, seemed entirely to agree with the worthy knight in his estimate of the heroine of Phil Lorimer's ballad.
"Well, what do you make of it?" said Mr Russell. "I know, sir," cried Bob Howlett; "he wants you to understand that if we take them and make sailors of them, they'll kill all the slavers." "Thank you, Mr Howlett. Now, then, Mr Vandean, what do you say?" "I see now," cried Mark, eagerly. "What happened below helps me.
"And that's an end of it," whispered Bob Howlett, as soon as the captain was out of hearing. "I say, Van, wasn't old Joe Dance a trump?" "All this time sailing here and there," said Mark one day, "and not done a bit of good." "Do you hear that, Mr Whitney?" cried Bob.
At noon home to dinner, W. Hewer and I and my wife, when comes my cozen, Kate Joyce, and an aunt of ours, Lettice, formerly Haynes, and now Howlett, come to town to see her friends, and also Sarah Kite, with her little boy in her armes, a very pretty little boy. The child I like very well, and could wish it my own. My wife being all unready, did not appear.
Mr Howlett said I was to come and wally de sham you, as he calls washing yer down and dressing of yer up. Same to you, sir, only you don't look quite as I should like to see yer."
It means no end o' prize-money the saving of a smart craft like this; but, beg pardon, sir, ain't we going to have a bit of a wash and swab?" "More signals, sir," cried Bob, who was watching the Nautilus and the flags being run up. "Yes, I see," said the lieutenant. "Take the boat, Mr Howlett, and ask for stores to be sent on board here. We are to remain."
I spoke to him, advising him to remain, assuring him that he would be well treated. "The first mate and boatswain are kind to me, but I think, sir, I had better ship on board another vessel homeward-bound," he replied. I asked him, however, to remain a day or two, which he agreed to do. Next morning, when the hands were mustered for work, Howlett and Trinder were not to be found.
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