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r--this here one--and couldn't get your little dumpy things right round it; and you know me, sir, I wouldn't say a word to praise you as I didn't mean." "Oh, I don't know, Strake." "Then you may know, sir; I wouldn't--theer! And I says to you now as a honest man as never took nothin' worse than one o' them yaller gummy plums off the wall--them as crack right open like wide mouths, and seems to be putting out their stones at you laughin' like, and sayin', eat me if you dare. Well, sir, I say as a honest man, if ever I'm wounded I don't want no surgeon but you." "Oh, nonsense, man! There'll be a long serious time yet when he wants the surgeon's attention." "Not him, sir. No: we'll do all that." "I hope so, Strake. But now we are alone, tell me what I am to do to-morrow." "Just what you like, sir. If it was me I should mast-head Master Terry, if he come any of his games." "Without a mast-head?" "No, sir; you'll have to set up one o' them spars, the one with the little truck for the halliards right a top o' the highest pynte, to fly the Bri'sh colours, and you can send him there." "But about this place, and men?" "Oh, I dunno, sir. If it was me I should set the lads to level the gun-platforms a bit, and some o' the others to build up two or three walls with the loose rocks for us to roof in. One for the men, one for the orficers, and one for the stores." "Yes, I thought of doing that." "Why, of course you did, sir. And then you could give the men some gun-drill, and arter that wait till the enemy comes." "Yes, and when the enemy comes?" "Send him back with a flea in his ear. No room for no Frenchies here." "I hope they won't come," said Syd, half to himself. "Now, now, now, sir; no yarns to an old sailor," said the boatswain, chuckling. "I can believe a deal, but I can't believe that." "Don't talk nonsense, Strake. Look here, is there anything else to be done?" "Well, sir, it seems to me, going over it all as I have been, that you've been thinking that we've got our prog here, and some water, and not enough of it till the frigate comes back, so that you might put the lads on 'lowance so as to make sure." "Ah, I had not thought of that." "Beggin' your pardon, sir, you had, only it hadn't come up yet. That there was a thing to be thought on by a commanding orficer, and course you thought on it, on'y talking to me promiskus like you forgetted it. Then there's another
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