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Stobell instinctively put out his right elbow. "You've met just the right man," said Captain Brisket, with a boisterous laugh. "I know a schooner, two hundred and forty tons, that is just the identical article you're looking for, good as new and sound as a bell. Are you going to sail her yourself?" "No," said Mr. Stobell, without looking up, "he ain't."
She even found herself, somewhat to her surprise, discussing the voyage and sympathising with Mr. Tredgold in his anxiety concerning his father's safety. "Mrs. Chalk and Mrs. Stobell are very anxious, too," he said. "It is a long way for a small craft like that." "And then to find no treasure at the end of it," said Miss Drewitt, with feminine sweetness. Mr. Tredgold stole a look at her.
A man might drink this and still be in the Band of Hope." "We thought it wouldn't do for you to get the chuck out of it after all these years, Cap'n Brisket," said George, calmly. "It's a whisky that's kept special for teetotalers like you." Captain Brisket gave a hoarse laugh and winked at Mr. Stobell; that gentleman, merely pausing to empty his mouth and drink half a glass of beer, winked back.
Stobell said that fortunately they would be in a warm climate, and turned to greet the Tredgolds, who had just arrived. Then the train came in, and Mr. Chalk, appearing suddenly from behind the luggage, where he had been standing since he had first caught sight of the small, anxious face of Selina Vickers on the platform, entered the carriage and waved cheery adieus to Binchester.
I can see it now." Mrs. Chalk turned and eyed her with angry disdain. "And that's why he wouldn't let me bring more than one box," continued Mrs. Stobell, with the air of one to whom all things had been suddenly revealed; "and why he wouldn't shut the house up. Oh, just fancy what a pickle I should have been in if I had! I must say it was thoughtful of him." "Thoughtful!" exclaimed Mrs.
"No; he passed his word and he won't break it," said Mr. Chalk. "The captain's word is his bond, and I honour him for it. I can quite understand it." Mr. Tredgold shrugged his shoulders and glanced at Mr. Stobell; that gentleman, after due deliberation, gave an assenting nod. "He can't get at it, that's the long and short of it," said Mr. Tredgold, after a pause.
Stobell, tenderly rubbing the afflicted part, "you and me won't talk alike. Like a bar of iron it was." "I thought I heard something," said Mr. Chalk. "I should have fired, only I was afraid of scaring you." "Fired?" repeated Mr. Stobell, thoughtfully. "Fired? Was it the barrel of that infernal pistol you shoved into my ribs just now?" "I just touched you with it," admitted the other.
Stobell relapsed into thought again, but no gleam of expression disturbed the lines of his heavy face; Mr. Tredgold, whose sharp, alert features bred more confidence in his own clients than those of other people, waited impatiently. "He knows something that we don't," said Mr. Stobell, at last; "that's what it is." Mr.
"And it's nearer the ladder in case of emergencies." "You have it, dear," said Mrs. Chalk, tenderly. "I'm not nervous." "But you are so fond of fresh air," said Mrs. Stobell, with a longing glance at the state-room. "I don't like to be selfish." "You're not," said Mrs. Chalk, with conviction. "Chalk and I will toss for it," said Mr. Stobell, who had been listening with some impatience.
"Ah, Brisket was trying to pump me a week ago," he said, confidentially. "I see it all now." The others glared at him luridly. "He said that he had seen us through the skylight studying a paper," continued Mr. Chalk, shaking his head. "I thought at the time you were rather rash, Tredgold." Mr. Tredgold choked and, meeting the fault-finding eye of Mr. Stobell, began to protest.
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