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“Hillo!” says I, “are you a Papist?” He repudiated the idea with contempt. “Hard-shell Baptis’,” said he. “But, my dear friend, the Papists got some good ideas too; and tha’ ’s one of ’em. You take my advice, and whenever you come across Uma or Fa’avao or Vigours, or any of that crowd, you take a leaf out o’ the priests, and do what I do.
And tucked away in the further corner of the dining-room of the Grand Hotel the familiar figure of an English comedian! who, when Paul last saw him, was playing in a piece written far himself and Darco. 'Hillo, Paul! Can't I get into any blooming corner of the world but some old pal is bound to root me out? 'How's trade? said Paul. 'Going strong? 'Bad, dear boy, the comedian answered.
Was it possible that, in his madness, the chaplain had been about to commit some violence which had drawn the trusty Gimblett from his post? "Gr-r-r-r! Ouph!" The trusty Gimblett was lying at his feet dead drunk! "Hi! Hiho! Hillo there!" roared somebody from the jetty below. "Be that you, Muster Noarth? We ain't too much tiam, sur!"
But his agitation was so evident, his distress so poignant, that Alvaros thought it would be very good fun to direct public attention to it; so, feigning to become suddenly aware of it, he swung his chair round, and exclaimed loud enough for everybody in the room to hear: "Hillo, Senor Englishman, what is the matter with you? You appear to be upset about something.
Hillo! have a bit of your brother?" cried he, holding a piece of the steak at the end of his ramrod down towards one of the bulls, which came snuffing up towards us. Thus we went on laughing and joking, perfectly contented, and thinking only of the present moment.
After two or three essays his efforts were rewarded with success, the window being softly opened and Bowles' head thrust out, with the low-spoken ejaculation: "Hillo, below there!" "It's me Dickinson," was the equally low-spoken response. "If you're not all turned-in I'd be glad to have a few words with some of yer." "All right, my lad!" said Bowles. "I'll be down in a jiffey.
When all were up, they crawled along aft to within a few yards of the Moors, then leapt to their feet and fired a volley. Five of the Moors fell, while the others, panic-stricken, ran below. “Now, pile cables over the hatchway,” Will shouted. The sailors rushed to carry out the order. They were startled as they did so by a shout from above. “Hillo, below there!
I was stirring the pot, when, looking beyond the flames, I caught sight of the figure of a man slowly approaching. The light falling on him showed me that he was an Indian. He held a bow in his hand, and a quiver of arrows was at his back. "Hillo! some one is coming," I exclaimed to Pat, who was lying down, and did not therefore see the Indian, and was probably not seen himself.
As he did this I was advancing with open hands, but only to stop short, for it was not my father. "Hillo!" said the stranger, a dirty-looking man with an inflamed nose. "Hallo!" I said; "who are you?" "Who am I?" said the stranger, staring at me as if I were asking a most absurd question. "Why, persession that's about what I am. Are you come to pay me out?" "Pay you out! possession!" I faltered.
"Hillo, where am I?" he exclaimed, gazing wildly around. "On the deck of the Venus, old fellow," answered Terence, taking him by the hand. "Right gallantly you steered us through the gale, and as soon as it fell calm you dropped asleep, and small blame to you. We did the same below, and I cannot tell you how glad I am to see you safe: we all thought you had fallen overboard."
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