Part 38 (2/2)

”d.i.c.k Price,” said Corrie, gravely, at the same time laying his hand impressively on his companion's arm, ”I'm a _tremendous_ joker--_awful_ fond o' fun and skylarkin'.”

”'Pon my word, lad, if you hadn't said so yourself, I'd scarce have believed it. You don't look like it just now, by no manner o' means.”

”But I am though,” continued Corrie; ”and I tell you that in order to shew you that I am very, _very_ much in earnest at this moment; and that you _must_ give your mind to what I've got to say.”

The boatswain was impressed by the fervour of the boy. He looked at him in surprise for a few seconds, then nodded his head, and said, ”Fire away!”

”You know that Gascoyne is in prison!” said Corrie.

”In course I does. That's one rascally pirate less on the seas, anyhow.”

”He's not so bad as you think, d.i.c.k.”

”Whew!” whistled the boatswain. ”You're a friend of his, are ye?”

”No; not a friend, but neither am I an enemy. You know he saved my life, and the lives of two of my friends, and of your own captain, too.”

”Well, there's no denying that; but he must have been the means of takin' away more lives than what he has saved.”

”No, he hasn't,” cried Corrie, eagerly. ”That's it, that's just the point; he has saved more than he ever took away, and he's sorry for what he has done; yet they're going to hang him. Now, I say, that's sinful-- it's not just. It shan't be done if I can prevent it; and you must help me to get him out of this sc.r.a.pe--you must indeed, d.i.c.k Price.”

The boatswain was quite taken aback. He opened his eyes wide with surprise, and putting his head to one side, gazed earnestly and long at the boy as if he had been a rare old painting.

Before he could reply, the furious barking of a dog attracted Corrie's attention. He knew it to be the voice of Toozle. Being well acquainted with the locality of Alice's tree, he at once concluded that she was there, and knowing that she would certainly side with him, and that the side she took _must_ necessarily be the winning side, he resolved to bring d.i.c.k Price within the fascination of her influence.

”Come, follow me,” said he; ”we'll talk it over with a friend of mine.”

The seaman followed the boy obediently, and in a few minutes stood beside Alice.

Corrie had expected to find her there, but he had not counted on meeting with p.o.o.py and Jo b.u.mpus.

”Hallo! Grampus, is that you?”

”Wot! Corrie, my boy, is it yourself? Give us your flipper, small though it be. I didn't think I'd niver see ye agin, lad.”

”No more did I, Grampus; it was very nearly all up with us.”

”Ah! my boy,” said b.u.mpus, becoming suddenly very grave, ”you've no notion how near it was all up with _me_. Why, you won't believe it--I was all but scragged.”

”Dear me! what is scragged?” inquired Alice.

”You don't mean for to say you don't know?” exclaimed b.u.mpus.

”No, indeed, I don't.”

”Why, it means bein' hanged. I was so near hanged, just a day or two back, that I've had an 'orrible pain in my neck ever since at the bare thought of it! But who's your friend?” said b.u.mpus, turning to the boatswain.

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