6/11 Caleb stood over him and sternly watched his recovery. Are those extraordinary people gone ?" "Iss, sir; here they were, but gone--like Jemmy Rule's larks." "I beg your pardon ?" "Figger o' speech, sir. They be gone right enough--Adm'ral Buzza in full fig, and a row o' darters in jallishy buff. I sent 'em 'bout their bus'ness. Look 'ee here, sir: ef you'll promise to sit quiet and keep your wits at home, I'll run down to town for a happord o' tar." "Tar, Caleb ?" "Iss, sir, tar!" and with this Caleb turned on his heel and strode away across the shingle. |