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Chapter 9

           

           “Andthatwillbebetterwork,letmetellyou,”saidhe,“foragentlemanofdecentbirth,thanscrapingplatesandraxingdramstoawheentarrysailors.”

           Thereuponhestoodupinthemidstwithhisfacetothedoor,anddrawinghisgreatsword,madetrialoftheroomhehadtowielditin.

           “Imuststicktothepoint,”hesaid,shakinghishead;“andthat’sapity,too.Itdoesn’tsetmygenius,whichisallfortheupperguard.And,now,”saidhe,“doyoukeeponchargingthepistols,andgiveheedtome.”

           ItoldhimIwouldlistenclosely.Mychestwastight,mymouthdry,thelightdarktomyeyes;thethoughtofthenumbersthatweresoontoleapinuponuskeptmyheartinaflutter:andthesea,whichIheardwashingroundthebrig,andwhereIthoughtmydeadbodywouldbecasteremorning,raninmymindstrangely.

           “Firstofall,”saidhe,“howmanyareagainstus?”

           Ireckonedthemup;andsuchwasthehurryofmymind,Ihadtocastthenumberstwice.“Fifteen,”saidI.

           Alanwhistled.“Well,”saidhe,“thatcan’tbecured.Andnowfollowme.Itismyparttokeepthisdoor,whereIlookforthemainbattle.Inthat,yehavenohand.Andmindanddinnaefiretothissideunlesstheygetmedown;forIwouldratherhavetenfoesinfrontofmethanonefriendlikeyoucrackingpistolsatmyback.”

           Itoldhim,indeedIwasnogreatshot.

           “Andthat’sverybravelysaid,”hecried,inagreatadmirationofmycandour.“There’smanyaprettygentlemanthatwouldnaedaretosayit

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