Foul Play by Charles Reade;Dion Boucicault
page 69 of 602 (11%)
page 69 of 602 (11%)
|
tide and swim there; no room for black coats in my ship."
Mr. Hazel looked from one to the other piteously. "Show me some mercy, gentlemen; my very life depends on it." "Very sorry, sir," said the mate; "but it is impossible. There's the _Shannon,_ you can go in her." "But she is under repairs; so I am told." "Well, there are a hundred and fifty carpenters on to her; and she will come out of port in our wake." "Now, sir," said Hudson roughly, "bundle down the ship's side again if you please; this is a busy time. Hy!--rig the whip; here's the lady coming off to us." The missionary heaved a deep sigh and went down into the boat that had brought him. But he was no sooner seated than he ordered the boatmen, somewhat peremptorily, to pull ashore as fast as they could row. His boat met the Rollestons, father and daughter, coming out, and he turned his pale face and eyed them as he passed. Helen Rolleston was struck with that sorrowful countenance, and whispered her father, "That poor clergyman has just left the ship." She made sure he had been taking leave of some beloved one, bound for England. General Rolleston looked round, but the boats had passed each other, and the wan face was no longer visible. They were soon on board and received with great obsequiousness. Helen was shown her cabin, and, observing the minute and zealous care that had been |
|