"She's got to stall off the sentry and give us the orfice." The Crow's sallow features lighted up with a cunning smile.
"Dear old caper merchant! Hear him talk!" said he, "as if he had the wisdom of Solomon in all his glory?
Look here!" And he produced a dirty scrap of paper, over which his companions eagerly bent their heads.
"Where did yer get that ?" "Yesterday afternoon Sarah was standing on the poop throwing bits o' toke to the gulls, and I saw her a-looking at me very hard.

At last she came down as near the barricade as she dared, and throwed crumbs and such like up in the air over the side.

By and by a pretty big lump, doughed up round, fell close to my foot, and, watching a favourable opportunity, I pouched it.

Inside was this bit o' rag-bag." "Ah!" said Mr.Gabbett, "that's more like.

Read it out, Jemmy." The writing, though feminine in character, was bold and distinct.