"Was Barlow as large as me?" asked C. F. Hall Golightly, lifting
his curls from his Jove-like brow.
"Yes; but then he hed hed, so to speak, experiences. It was
allowed that he had pizened his schoolmaster afore he went to sea.
But it's dry talking, boys."
Golightly drew a flask from his jacket and handed it to the
janitor. It was his father's best brandy. The heart of the honest
old seaman was touched.
"Bless ye, my own pirate boy!" he said, in a voice suffocating with
emotion.
"I've got some tobacco," said the youthful Jenkins, "but it's fine-
cut; I use only that now."
"I kin buy some plug at the corner grocery," said Pirate Jim, "only
I left my port-money at home."
"Take this watch," said young Golightly; "it is my father's. Since
he became a tyrant and usurper, and forced me to join a corsair's
band, I've began by dividing the property."
"This is idle trifling," said young Chitterlings, mildly. "Every
moment is precious. Is this an hour to give to wine and wassail?
Ha, we want action--action! We must strike the blow for freedom
to-night--aye, this very night.
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