They had blue lights and such like with them, but kept
themselves as dark as Murder.
The expedition got away with wonderful quietness, and Christian George
King soon came back dancing with joy.
"Yup, So-Jeer," says he to myself in a very objectionable kind of
convulsions, "Christian George King sar berry glad. Pirates all be blown
a-pieces. Yup! Yup!"
My reply to that cannibal was, "However glad you may be, hold your noise,
and don't dance jigs and slap your knees about it, for I can't abear to
see you do it."
I was on duty then; we twelve who were left being divided into four
watches of three each, three hours' spell. I was relieved at twelve. A
little before that time, I had challenged, and Miss Maryon and Mrs.
Belltott had come in.
"Good Davis," says Miss Maryon, "what is the matter? Where is my
brother?"
I told her what was the matter, and where her brother was.
"O Heaven help him!" says she, clasping her hands and looking up--she was
close in front of me, and she looked most lovely to be sure; "he is not
sufficiently recovered, not strong enough for such strife!"
"If you had seen him, miss," I told her, "as I saw him when he
volunteered, you would have known that his spirit is strong enough for
any strife.
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