Keeping Watch - Night Watches, Part 2. by W. W. Jacobs
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lock. Then she came back into the cabin, breathing rather hard, and
stood thinking. "'I've just remembered,' she ses, pinching her chin. 'Yes!' "She stepped to the door and went up the companion-ladder, and the next moment I 'eard a sliding noise and a key turn in a lock. I jumped to the foot of the ladder and, 'ardly able to believe my senses, saw that the hatch was closed. When I found that it was locked too, you might ha' knocked me down with a feather. "I went down to the cabin agin, and, standing on the locker, pushed the skylight up with my 'ead and tried to lookout. I couldn't see the gate, but I 'eard voices and footsteps, and a little while arterwards I see that gal coming along the wharf arm in arm with the young man she 'ad told me she didn't like, and dancing for joy. They climbed on to the schooner, and then they both stooped down with their hands on their knees and looked at me. "'Wot is it?' ses the young man, grinning. "'It's a watchman,' ses the gal. 'It's here to take charge of the wharf, you know, and see that nobody comes on.' "'We ought to ha' brought some buns for it,' ses the young man; 'look at it opening its mouth.' "They both laughed fit to kill themselves, but I didn't move a muscle. "'You open the companion,' I ses, 'or it'll be the worse for you. D'ye |
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