"Now hear me," he said, jumping into his trousers, "and
everything I say you grip on to. If that's a man-of-
war, she'll be in a tearing hurry, all these ships are
what don't do nothing and have their expenses paid.
That's our chance; for we'll go with them, and they
won't take the time to look twice or to ask a question.
I'm Captain Trent; Carthew, you're Goddedaal; Tommy,
you're Hardy; Mac's Brown; Amalu--hold hard; we can't
make a Chinaman of him! Ah Wing must have deserted;
Amalu stowed away; and I turned him to as cook, and was
never at the bother to sign him. Catch the idea? Say
your names."
And that pale company recited their lesson earnestly.
"What were the names of the other two?" he asked,--"him
Carthew shot in the companion, and the one I caught in
the jaw on the main top-gallant?"
"Holdorsen and Wallen," said some one.
"Well, they're drowned," continued Wicks; "drowned
alongside trying to lower a boat. We had a bit of a
squall last night; that's how we got ashore." He ran
and squinted at the compass. "Squall out of nor'-nor'-
west-half-west; blew hard; every one in a mess, falls
jammed, and Holdorsen and Wallen spilt overboard.
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