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"
Sir
,
"
said
he
,
"
Mr.
Balfour
tells
me
great
things
of
you
;
and
for
my
own
part
,
I
like
your
looks
.
I
wish
I
was
for
longer
here
,
that
we
might
make
the
better
friends
;
but
we
'll
make
the
most
of
what
we
have
.
Ye
shall
come
on
board
my
brig
for
half
an
hour
,
till
the
ebb
sets
,
and
drink
a
bowl
with
me
.
"
Now
,
I
longed
to
see
the
inside
of
a
ship
more
than
words
can
tell
;
but
I
was
not
going
to
put
myself
in
jeopardy
,
and
I
told
him
my
uncle
and
I
had
an
appointment
with
a
lawyer
.
"
Ay
,
ay
,
"
said
he
,
"
he
passed
me
word
of
that
.
But
,
ye
see
,
the
boat
'll
set
ye
ashore
at
the
town
pier
,
and
that
's
but
a
penny
stonecast
from
Rankeillor
's
house
.
"
And
here
he
suddenly
leaned
down
and
whispered
in
my
ear
:
"
Take
care
of
the
old
tod
;
he
means
mischief
.
Come
aboard
till
I
can
get
a
word
with
ye
.
"
And
then
,
passing
his
arm
through
mine
,
he
continued
aloud
,
as
he
set
off
towards
his
boat
:
"
But
,
come
,
what
can
I
bring
ye
from
the
Carolinas
?
Any
friend
of
Mr.
Balfour
's
can
command
.
A
roll
of
tobacco
?
Indian
feather-work
?
a
skin
of
a
wild
beast
?
a
stone
pipe
?
the
mocking-bird
that
mews
for
all
the
world
like
a
cat
?
the
cardinal
bird
that
is
as
red
as
blood
?
--
take
your
pick
and
say
your
pleasure
.
"
By
this
time
we
were
at
the
boat-side
,
and
he
was
handing
me
in
.
I
did
not
dream
of
hanging
back
;
I
thought
(
the
poor
fool
!
)
that
I
had
found
a
good
friend
and
helper
,
and
I
was
rejoiced
to
see
the
ship
.
As
soon
as
we
were
all
set
in
our
places
,
the
boat
was
thrust
off
from
the
pier
and
began
to
move
over
the
waters
:
and
what
with
my
pleasure
in
this
new
movement
and
my
surprise
at
our
low
position
,
and
the
appearance
of
the
shores
,
and
the
growing
bigness
of
the
brig
as
we
drew
near
to
it
,
I
could
hardly
understand
what
the
captain
said
,
and
must
have
answered
him
at
random
.
As
soon
as
we
were
alongside
(
where
I
sat
fairly
gaping
at
the
ship
's
height
,
the
strong
humming
of
the
tide
against
its
sides
,
and
the
pleasant
cries
of
the
seamen
at
their
work
)
Hoseason
,
declaring
that
he
and
I
must
be
the
first
aboard
,
ordered
a
tackle
to
be
sent
down
from
the
main-yard
.
In
this
I
was
whipped
into
the
air
and
set
down
again
on
the
deck
,
where
the
captain
stood
ready
waiting
for
me
,
and
instantly
slipped
back
his
arm
under
mine
.
There
I
stood
some
while
,
a
little
dizzy
with
the
unsteadiness
of
all
around
me
,
perhaps
a
little
afraid
,
and
yet
vastly
pleased
with
these
strange
sights
;
the
captain
meanwhile
pointing
out
the
strangest
,
and
telling
me
their
names
and
uses
.
"
But
where
is
my
uncle
?
"
said
I
suddenly
"
Ay
,
"
said
Hoseason
,
with
a
sudden
grimness
,
"
that
's
the
point
.
"
I
felt
I
was
lost
.
With
all
my
strength
,
I
plucked
myself
clear
of
him
and
ran
to
the
bulwarks
.
Sure
enough
,
there
was
the
boat
pulling
for
the
town
,
with
my
uncle
sitting
in
the
stern
.
I
gave
a
piercing
cry
--
"
Help
,
help
!
Murder
!
"
--
so
that
both
sides
of
the
anchorage
rang
with
it
,
and
my
uncle
turned
round
where
he
was
sitting
,
and
showed
me
a
face
full
of
cruelty
and
terror
.
It
was
the
last
I
saw
.
Already
strong
hands
had
been
plucking
me
back
from
the
ship
's
side
;
and
now
a
thunderbolt
seemed
to
strike
me
;
I
saw
a
great
flash
of
fire
,
and
fell
senseless
.
