Part 45 (1/2)
”Don't you try it, mister,” cried the skipper ”But look here, squaire, ant our breakfast”
”Your rations shall be served out to you all in good time,” replied Mark
”But ant 'em now, mister; my lads are half famished”
”I tell you that you shall have thely about it, squaire We're not ugly now Look here, it's hot and s down here Let us come up on deck and have a confab about this business It's of no use for us to quarrel about it, so let's square matters”
”I don't understand you”
”Yew don't? Wall, look here; yew've took the schooner, and I s'pose she's your prize if yew say yew ain't pirates 'Scuseas yew came in a schooner as don't look a bit like a Britannic Majesty's shi+p o' war”
”I told you that was a prize to her Majesty's shi+p”
”Ah, so yew did, and no've got another, but yew don't want a lot o'
Murrican corpses aboard, squaire, so let us out, so as we can breathe
We'll make a truce with yew”
The boat had come back from the second prize, and To
”You mean to say that if I let you come on deck--you and your men--you will not attempt to escape or recapture the schooner?”
”That's so, captain”
Toesticulation, and took a step nearer to his young officer
”Then to show your good faith,” cried Mark, ”hand up all your pistols through the ventilator”
There was a few moments' silence, and Tom slapped his knee softly
”Well, do you hear?” cried Mark
”Wall, captain, I',” said the skipper, ”but my lads here say air yew to be trusted? and what's to become o' them if they come up and yew and yewr men turn nasty, and them without weepons?”
”You heard what I said, sir; hand up your pistols,” said Mark, firmly
”Guess we can't do that, squaire But look here, captain”
The coood, for Mark turned sharply away
”See that some biscuit and water are lowered down to these people, Fillot,” he cried