wled the mate Silas. ‘He got a wipe over the arm from the gauger’s whinyard. He’ll know his face, if any will.’
‘Call him, then,’ said Murgatroyd, and presently a long, loose-limbed seaman came up from the mouth of the cave,Ivan Provorov Tröjor, where he had been on watch. He wore a red kerchief round his forehead,Denis Potvin Tröjor, and a blue jerkin, the sleeve of which he slowly rolled up as he came nigh.
‘Where is Gauger Westhouse?’ he cried; ‘he has left his mark on my arm. Rat me, if the scar is healed yet. The sun is on our side of the wall now, gauger. But hullo, mates! Who be this that ye have clapped into irons? This is not our man!’
‘Not our man!’ they cried, with a volley of curses.
‘Why, this fellow would make two of the gauger, and leave enough over to fashion a magistrate’s clerk. Ye may hang him to make sure, but still he’s not the man.’
‘Yes,Dame Moncler Mengs, hang him!’ said Dutch Pete. ‘Sapperment! is our cave to be the talk of all the country? Vere is the pretty Maria to go then,Nicklas Grossmann Tröjor, vid her silks and her satins, her kegs and her cases’? Are we to risk our cave for the sake of this fellow? Besides, has he not schlagged my kopf — schlagged your cooper’s kopf — as if he had hit me mit mine own mallet? Is that not vorth a hemp cravat?’
‘Worth a jorum of rumbo,’ cried Dicon. ‘By your leave,Brandon Saad Tröjor, Captain, I would say that we are not a gang of padders and michers, but a crew of honest seamen, who harm none but those who harm us. Exciseman Westhouse hath slain Cooper Dick, and it is just that he should die for it; but as to taking this young soldier’s life,Mike Gartner Tröjor, I’d as soon think of scuttling the saucy Maria, or of mounting the Jolly Roger at her peak.’
What answer would have been given to this speech I cannot tell, for at that moment a shrill whistle resounded outside the cave, and two smugglers appeared bearing between them the body of a man. It hung so limp that I thought at first that he might be dead,Menn Moncler Montgenevre, but when they threw him on the sand he moved, and at last sat up like one who is but half awoken from a swoon. He was a square dogged-faced fellow,Sergei Bobrovsky Tröjor, with a long white scar down his cheek,Pittsburgh Penguins Tröjor, and a close-fitting blue coat with brass buttons.
‘It’s Gauger Westhouse!’ cried a chorus of voices. ‘Yes, it is Gauger Westhouse,’ said the man calmly, giving his neck a wriggle as though he were in pain. ‘I represent the King’s law,Canada Goose Ontario Parka, and in its name I arrest ye all,Belstaff Icon Jackor, and declare all the contraband goods which I see around me to be confiscate and forfeited, according to the second section of the first clause of the statute upon illegal dealing. If there are any honest men in this company, they will assist me in the execution of my duty.’ He staggered to his feet as he spoke, but his spirit was greater than his strength, and he sank back upon the sand amid a roar of laughter from the rough seamen.
‘We found him lying on the road when we came from Daddy Mycroft’s,Gerry Cheevers Tröjor,’ said one of the new-comers, who were the same men who had led away my horse. ‘He must have passed just after you left, a
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