A Pirate's be for I.
Hap what hap may, he's allus gay
An' drinks an' bungs his eye.
For his work he's never loth,
An' a-pleasurin' he'll go
Tho' certain sure to be popt of.
Yo ho, with the rum below."_

And then they made after the Portuguese vessels, nine of them, and took
them all (What a bloody fight it was!), and sailed away with a dazzling
store of treasure, "enough to make an honest sailorman rub his eyes and
stagger in his tracks."

Richard had not been brought up on stories as Georgina had. He had had
few of this kind, and none so breathlessly realistic. It carried him out
of himself so completely that as they rowed slowly back to town he did
not see a single house in it, although every western window-pane flashed
back the out-going sun like a golden mirror. His serious, brown eyes were
following the adventures of these bold sea-robbers, "marooned three times
and wounded nine and blowed up in the air."

When all of a sudden the brigantine changed back into _The Betsey_,
and he had to climb out at the boat-landing, he had somewhat of the dazed
feeling of that honest sailor-man. He had heard enough to make him "rub
his eyes and stagger in his tracks."

Uncle Darcy, having put them ashore, rowed off with the parting
injunction to skip along home. Georgina did skip, so light of foot and
quick of movement that she was in the lead all the way to the Green
Stairs. There she paused and waited for Richard to join her. As he came