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"So-ho,Saive the word? Who's captain here--who? Co boy!" and he thrust his hook beneath the Sreat, flabby chin

"Mercy, Cap'n-- to a pitiful squeal "Not the hook, Cap'n--O Lord love me--not the hook!"

"Hook? And why not, Sam, why not? 'Tis sharp and clean and quick, and hath done the business o' nicer rogues than you, bully, aye and better, Sam, better--"

"O Cap'n--for God's sake--"

"Who're you to call on God so glib, Sammy? 'Tis marvel He don't strike ye blind, lad Or there's your innards, Salitter of the hook, heard S scream as the steel bit into hi round upon his awed and silent co to the Smiler's inanimate form, "Here's poor Sam all swounded away at touch o' my hook like any woman--and him my bo'sun! Pshaant athe silver pipe froue to another: "Step forward, Abner," says he at last, "Come, you'll do--you're a pri Sa from his swoon moaned feebly and sat up: "Not the hook, Cap'n!" he wailed, "O not that--"

"No, Sain and I'll drown ye in a puddle And noi' you, Sammy, up wi' you and stand by to teach Martin here how to talk"

"Aye, aye, Cap'n--aye, aye!" says the gross fellow, rising nih, whiles his co from me to Tressady where he had seated hi to a brilliant strip of moonlit sand midway betwixt the shadows of the cliff and Bartlerapple hih as I aht hand--"

"Aye, aye, Cap'n!" quoth the fellow, kneeling above me where I lay helpless "Will I cut it adrift--slow like?" And as he flourished his knife I saw a trickle of saliva at the corners of his great, loose ers first?"

"No, fool! His thu and with every nerve a-quiver I watched that cruel knife, holding ony, and then--fro roar, I heard the whine of a bullet and immediately all was confusion and uproar, shouts of dismay and a wild rush for shelter froled tome behind a boulder he pinned me there