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"Lord love ye, shipmate--that's the spirit!" said a voice below me, "But keep the wind o' theure-head Lie low, shipmate, lie low and trust to your comrade Ada whence the voice ca; now as our glancestwice, he turned and elbowed his way through the crowd S had I for this fellow, but with his departure a sense of loneliness gripped me and needsstrucka reat felloung a cat's carcass by the tail, but, or ever he could hurl this stinking missile, a hand clouted hi his hat off, whereupon he turned, belloith rage, and s meant for me In an instant all was uproar around these two as the crowd, forgettingwhich the fight raged, I was left un for this fellow, Ada fellow having sufficiently trounced his opponent, the crowd betook itself (and very joyously) tothus in my shame and misery, faint with hted upon a s hed and jested continually; it was as he stooped for soht eye ht I read a sudden pity

"O cull," says I hoarsely, "a , "all's bowmon!" Whereupon he turned and vanished in the crowd and I, burning in a fever of thirst, panted for his return, straining roaned and droopeda tin pannikin full of water This in hand, he mounted the steps of the pillory and, despite the jeers and hootings of the croas lifting the life-giving water tofellow and sent water and pannikin flying with a savage blow of his fist

"None o' that, peddler!" he roared And now, as I groaned and licked at bleeding lips with swollen tongue, the little reat fellow's heels and, staying for no e, howling its acclaim