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СКАЧАТЬ fair words. They might,” he said, “ be Dunkirkers, or insolent man-of-war’s-men on a frolic.”

      “No, no,” answered Magnus, “it is the sloop which the Jagger told us of. But I will take your advice — I will have patience for these girls’ sakes; yet”

      He had no time to conclude the sentence, for Bunce jumped on board with his party, and drawing his cutlass, struck it upon the companion-ladder, and declared the ship was theirs.

      “By what warrant or authority do you stop us on the high seas? “ said Magnus.

      “Here are half a dozen of warrants,” said Bunce, showing the pistols which were hung round him, according to a pirate-fashion already mentioned, “ choose which you like, old gentleman, and you shall have the perusal of it presently.”

      “That is to say, you intend to rob us? “ said Magnus. — ” So be it — we have no means to help it — only be civil to the women, and take what you please from the vessel. There is not much, but I will and can make it worth more, if you use us well.”

      “Civil to the women!” said Fletcher, who had also come on board with the gang — ”when were we else than civil to them? ay, and kind to boot? — Look here, Jack Bunce! — what a trim-going little thing here is! — By G — , she shall make a cruise with us, come of old Squaretoes what will!”

      He seized upon the terrified Brenda with one hand, and insolently pulled back with the other the hood of the mantle in which she had muffled herself.

      “Help, father! — help, Minna!” exclaimed the affrighted girl; unconscious, at the moment, that they were unable to render her assistance.

      Magnus again uplifted the handspike, but Bunce stopped his hand. — ” Avast, father!” he said, “ or you will make a bad voyage of it presently — And you, Fletcher, let go the girl!”

      “And, d — n me! why should I let her go? “ said Fletcher.

      “Because I command you, Dick,” said the other, “and because I’ll make it a quarrel else. — And now let me know, beauties, is there one of you bears that queer heathen name of Minna, for which I have a certain sort of regard?”

      “Gallant sir! “ said Halcro, “ unquestionably it is because you have some poetry in your heart?”

      “I have had enough of it in my mouth in my time,” answered Bunce; “ but that day is by, old gentleman — however, I shall soon find out which of these girls is Minna. — Throw back your mufflings from your faces, and don’t be afraid, my Lindamiras; no one here shall meddle with you to do you wrong. On my soul, two pretty wenches! — I wish I were at sea in an eggshell, and a rock under my lee-bow, if I would wish a better leaguer-lass than the worst of them! — Hark you, my girls; which of you would like to swing in a rover’s hammock? — you should have gold for the gathering! “ The terrified maidens clung close together, and grew pale at the bold and familiar ^nguage of the desperate libertine.

      “Nay, don’t be frightened,” said he; “no one shall serve under the noble Altamont but by her own free choice — there is no pressing amongst gentlemen of fortune. And do not look so shy upon me neither, as if I spoke of what you never thought of before. One of you, at least, has heard of Captain Cleveland, the Rover.”

      Brenda grew still paler, but the blood mounted at once in Minna’s cheeks, on hearing the name of her lover thus unexpectedly introduced; for the scene was in itself so confounding, that the idea of the vessel’s being the consort of which Cleveland had spoken at Burgh-Westra, had occurred to no one save the Udaller.

      “I see how it is,” said Bunce, with a familiar nod, “ and I will hold my course accordingly. — You need not be afraid of • any injury, father,” he added, addressing Magnus familiarly; “and though I have made many a pretty girl pay tribute in I my time, yet yours shall go ashore without either wrong or 1 ransom.”

      “If you will assure me of that,” said Magnus, “you are as welcome to the brig and cargo, as ever I made man welcome to a can of punch.”ci “And it is no bad thing that same can of punch,” said £ Bunce, “ if we had any one here that could mix it well.”

      “I will do it,” said Claud Halcro, “ with any man that ever t squeezed lemon — Eric Scambester, the punch-maker of Burgh-Westra, being alone excepted.”

      “And you are within a grapnel’s length of him, too,” said the Udaller. — ”Go down below, my girls,” he added, “and send up the rare old man, and the punch-bowl.”

      “The punch-bowl!” said Fletcher; “I say, the bucket, d — n me! — Talk of bowls in the cabin of a paltry merchantman, but not to gentlemen-strollers — rovers, I would say,” correcting himself, as he observed that Bunce looked sour at the mistake.

      “And I say, these two pretty girls shall stay on deck, and fill my can,” said Bunce; “ I deserve some attendance, at least, for all my generosity.”

      “And they shall fill mine, too,” said Fletcher — ” they shall fill it to the brim! — and I will have a kiss for every drop they spill — broil me if I won’t!”

      “Why, then, I tell you, you shan’t!” said Bunce; “for I’ll be d — d if any one shall kiss Minna but one, and that’s neither you nor I; and her other little bit of a consort shall ‘scape for company; — there are plenty of willing wenches in Orkney. — And so, now I think on it, these girls shall go down below, and bolt themselves into the cabin; and we shall have the punch up here on deck al fresco, as the old gentleman proposes.”

      “Why, Jack, I wish you knew your own mind,” said Fletcher; “I have been your messmate these two years, and I love you; and yet flay me like a wild bullock, if you have not as many humours as a monkey! — And what shall we have to make a little fun of, since you have sent the girls down below?”

      “Why, we will have Master Punch-maker here,” answered Bunce, “to give us toasts, and sing us songs. — And, in the meantime, you there, stand by sheets and tacks, and get her under way! — and you, steersman, as you would keep your brains in your skull, keep her under the stern of the sloop. — If you attempt to play us any trick, I will scuttle your sconce as if it were an old calabash!”

      The vessel was accordingly got under way, and moved slowly on in the wake of the sloop, which, as had been previously agreed upon, held her course, not to return to the Bay of Kirkwall, but for an excellent roadstead called Inganess Bay, formed by a promontory which extends to the eastward two or three miles from the Orcadian metropolis, and where the vessels might conveniently lie at anchor, while the rovers maintained any communication with the Magistrates which the new state of things seemed to require.

      Meantime Claud Halcro had exerted his utmost talents in compounding a bucketful of punch for the use of the pirates, which they drank out of large cans; the ordinary seamen, as well as Bunce and Fletcher, who acted as officers, dipping them into the bucket with very little ceremony, as they came and went upon their duty. Magnus, who was particularly i apprehensive that liquor might awaken the brutal passions of these desperadoes, was yet so much astonished at the quantities which he saw them drink, without producing any visible effect upon their reason, that he could not help expressing his surprise to Bunce himself, who, wild as he was, yet appeared by far the most civil and conversable of his party, and whom he was, perhaps, desirous to conciliate, by a compliment of which all boon topers know the value.

      “Bones of Saint Magnus!” said the Udaller, “ I used to think I took off my can like СКАЧАТЬ