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"They've taken their time," snarled his companion, "and us two here on this d-d island with a dead , but to dig a grave on the land before cockcroith theat you! Why could n't he be buried at sea, decent and respectable, like other folk?"

"It was his will,--that's all I know," said the first; "just as it was his will, when he found he was a dying old seas up here to a land where there is n't no gold, and never will be Belike he thought he'd find waiting for hi froena, the many he sent there afore he died And Captain Paradise, he says, says he: 'It's ill crossing a dead man We'll obey him this once more'"-"Captain Paradise!" cried he of the ruff "Who htened himself with a jerk "Who made him captain? The ship will make him captain Who else should be captain?"

"Red Gil!"

"Red Gil!" exclaimed the other "I'd rather have the Spaniard!"

"The Spaniard would do well enough, if the rest of us were n't English If hating every other Spaniard would do it, he'd be English fast enough"

The scoundrel with the broken head burst into a loud laugh "D' ye remember the bark we took off Porto Bello, with the priests aboard? Oho! Oho!"

The rogue with the ruff grinned "I reckon the padres reh, I'"

They both clarave and mopped his face with his delicate handkerchief, while the other swung his fine cloak with an air and dug his bare toes in the sand

The two boats now grated upon the beach, and several of their occupants, springing out, dragged theone," said the worthy at the head of the grave, glooospel truth," assented the other, with a prodigious sigh "He was aDon or priest, old or dirty silver,--it was all one to hione!"

"Now, if we had a captain like Kirby," suggested the first

"Kirby keeps to the Summer Isles," said the second "'T is n't often now that he swoops down as far as the Indies"