Half-Past Seven Stories by Robert Gordon Anderson
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Then he raised his hands to his mouth like a trumpet and called,-- "Ho, there, you landlubber, will you ship with us?" The Toyman touched his hat. "Thankee kindly, Cap'n, but I've killed many a pirate in my time. Now it's _your_ chance. But it's blowin' great guns an' ye'd better cruise near shore." "Ay, ay, sir," shouted the captain as a last farewell, then they set sail. They made quite a voyage of it and had some trouble, for the waves were rough and the seas were high, but they reached port safely at last. They hadn't seen anything of the pirates yet, and they decided to make another try for it when Hepzebiah came to the wharf. She wanted to sail too, but the Captain only said, very thoughtfully,-- "It's not safe for the women an' children." However, she cried so hard that they just had to let her on board. "But if you come, you'll have to be my slave," the Captain told her. Perhaps that is the reason why he let her sail at all. He wanted a slave very much and since Marmaduke wouldn't be one and was Dick Deadeye anyway, why, the little girl would have to do. Still she didn't care what she was called as long as she could sail on that fine |
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