Part 63 (1/2)
”Get out”
”Well, I mean the holds, and they eat and drink and lie about in the sun basking like black tom-cats with their wives and kittens I wish they wouldn't be so jolly fond of lying down on the deck like door- you to wipe your shoes on 'ears, but they're so delighted that they're just like pet dogs Seeh of you”
”Got any news, Bob?”
”No Leastwise, notit on his boot, which was a sign that he was going to cut his initials soreat detris and boats
”It's rather dull down here sometimes”
”Then why don't you come on deck?”
”I'd--I'd rather wait a bit,” said Mark, sadly
”Perhaps it would be best You do look such a rum 'un I know
Capital idea I'll ask the shi+p's tailor to make you a Turkish costuht then What'll you have--a fez or a turban? Say fez; your complexion would look ith the scarlet”
Bob joked, Mark read, and trusted to his friend for reports, and meanwhile the two schooners sailed on with their prize crews in the wake of the _Nautilus_ In due time Port Goldby was reached, and the freed slaves diseirls and boys
There had been tireed with Bob that it was hot and tame; but his burns rapidly healed, and he received visits from the men who had shared his troubles, and after dark stole unseen to Mr Russell's quarters, to sit in his cabin and talk to hiently about all the past
”You'll have all the work to do next time, Mr Russell,” Mark used to say ”Some day I shall be the one down, but I hope I shall be with you when you command some other expedition”
”I hope you will be with me,” said the lieutenant, feebly; ”but not be so unlucky as I have been But there: never er, thanks to Mr Whitney All that tiht's rest Mark, ether yet; but whether we do or no, though I a: you and I ood friends, and some day, if ever I command a shi+p, I hope you will beway off, but I hope I may”
CHAPTER FORTY THREE
MARK IS WANTED ON DECK
”Here, Mark, old chap, the skipper wants you on the quarter-deck,” said Bob Howlett so his hand to his head
”Yes”
”Why, I heard the men piped up, and everybody's there”
”Yes, all of 'em Russell's there too, and Whitney”
”Whitney?”
”Yes, I think the skipper's going to have your bare head exhibited, and the doctor's to give the rowth of hair on the human skull”