Part 29 (1/2)
”What! not thenantly ”Harkye here, messmates; I says as chaps as'd half kill such a orficer as Mr Russell, who's as fine a gen'le as soon as look at hirowl
”And if any o' you thinks different to my sentiments, let him speak out like a man”
”That's e all think, rowl
”And there you are, sir, and them's fax They chucked the up fornobody 'cept in the naoes about buying and selling the pore niggers, and treating 'e with Why, it's murder, sir, wholesale, retail, and for exportation, as the man said over his shop door in our town o' Bristol, and if we can only get at 'em--well, I won't say e'll do, but if there ain't some fatal accidents that day, my name ain't Tom”
”That's so, rowl
”It's horrible, horrible,” groaned Mark; and he bent over Mr Russell's face, and tried toconsciousness
”At a time like this, messmets,” whispered Tom Fillot to those nearest to him, ”I'd be quiet Mr Vandean's in a deal of trouble about the lufftenant”
”Hi! all on you,” came sharply from the forward part of the boat, which rocked a little fro his position; and as it rocked tiny waves of light like liquid moonbeaht appeared in the water down below
”What's thehimself up to speak ”Be silent, and keep the boat still”
”Ay, ay,” growled Tom Fillot, but the boat still swayed
”Do you hear there?” cried Mark, sharply ”Who's that?”
”Hi! all on you!” caain
”Did you hear my order, Dance?” cried Mark ”Sit down, man Do you want to capsize the boat?”
”I wantwith my boathook? it ain't in its place”
”Sit down, man This is not the first cutter, but one of the schooner's boats Your boathook is not here”
”Do you hear, all on you? I want my hitcher Some on you's been and hidden it for a lark Give it here”
”Are you deaf, Dance?” cried Mark, angrily ”How dare you, sir! Sit down”
”I know,” continued theabout forward ”Soame, and Lufftenant Staples ain't the man to stand no larks 'Where's that there boathook, Joe Dance?' he says 'Produce it 'twonce, sir, or--' 'Ay, ay, sir Starn all it is Where are you co? Pull Starboard there--On Portsmouth hard in Portsmouth town
Three cheers, my merry lads--Now then, pull--pull hard--Ay, ay, sir--Now all together,from out of the darkness, to the wonder officer,--
”It's the crack he got, sir He'll be overboard if we don't ht off his nut”
Creeping forward past theloudly, evidently under the belief that he was talking to a nu about in the boat, his words caabble, of which hardly a single as coh he was, it was evident that he was growing ely, swiftly, and then became a mere babble, as, with a shout, he rushed aft at the touch of Tom Fillot
”Stop him, some on you; he's mad!” roared Tom Fillot; and as instinctively Mark started up, it was to be seized by the poor wretch in his deliriules, more and more over the side of the boat toward the sea