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Mother Carey’s Chicken

CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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I think they'll wait till the tide rises and then go back." "Without destroying our boat ?" said Morgan.
"Yes, my lad.

It's bad warfare to leave an enemy behind; but you'll see that is what they'll do." The major proved to be right, for after a time the prau began to move slowly round, and they saw it go back leisurely, the great sweeps dipping in the calm blue sea and an ever-widening line left behind.
"That's one to us, my lads," said the major, "and next time it's our play." The men gave a cheer, and Small rose and came forward.
"Lads says, sir," he began respectfully, "that if it were all the same to you they'd like me to pipe down to dinner." "Of course," said Gregory.

"Where are the provisions ?" "Well, you see, sir, when we all come running down, the bags o' wittles was chucked away in the jungo--in the wood, sir." "Then a couple of men must go after it--those who threw it away." "Well, sir, seeing as it were me and Billy Widgeon, we'll go arter it, if you like." The necessary permission was given, the two men departed, and at the end of an hour returned to find their companions still watching the praus, which were both made fast to the ship.
"Thought as the crockydiles had been at it, sir," said Small grimly; "but we found it at last.

I've brought Billy Widgeon back safe." "Of course," said the mate quietly.

"Why not ?" "Well, you see, sir, there was one crock took a fancy to him, and we see another lying on the edge of the pool, smiling at him with his mouth wide open; but Billy wouldn't stop, and here's the prog.".


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