“Come, will you? I’ve been dreaming, Jack.”
“Dreaming! what’s that?”
“Thinking of something when you are asleep, you swab.”
“Ha, ha, ha!” laughed Jack; “never did such a thing in my life—ha, ha,
ha! what’s the matter now?”
“I’ll tell you what’s the matter. Jack Pringle, you are becoming
mutinous, and I won’t have it; if you don’t hold your jaw and draw in
your slacks, I’ll have another second.”
“Another second! what’s in the wind, now?” said Jack. “Is this the
dream?”
“If ever I dream when I’m alongside a strange craft, then it is a
dream; but old Admiral Bell ain’t the man to sleep when there’s any
work to be done.”
“That’s uncommon true,” said Jack, turning a quid.
“Well, then, I’m going to fight.”
“Fight!” exclaimed Jack. “Avast, there, I don’t see where’s the
enemy—none o’ that gammon; Jack Pringle can fight, too, and will lay
alongside his admiral, but he don’t see the enemy anywhere.”
“You don’t understand these things, so I’ll tell you. I have had a bit
of talk with Sir Francis Varney, and I am going to fight him.”
“What the _wamphigher?_” remarked Jack, parenthetically.
“Yes.”
“Well, then,” resumed Jack, “then we shall see another blaze, at least
afore we die; but he’s an odd fish—one of Davy Jones’s sort.”
“I don’t care about that; he may be anything he likes; but Admiral Bell
ain’t a-going to have his nephew burned and eaten, and sucked like I
don’t know what, by a vampyre, or by any other confounded land-shark.”
“In course,” said Jack, “we ain’t a-going to put up with nothing of
that sort, and if so be as how he has put him out of the way, why it’s
our duty to send him after him, and square the board.”
“That’s the thing, Jack; now you know you must go to Sir Francis Varney
and tell him you come from me.”
“I don’t care if I goes on my own account,” said Jack.
“That won’t do; I’ve challenged him and I must fight him.”
“In course you will,” returned Jack, “and, if he blows you away, why
I’ll take your place, and have a blaze myself.”
The admiral gave a look at Jack of great admiration, and then said,—
“You are a d—d good seaman, Jack, but he’s a knight, and might say no
to that, but do you go to him, and tell him that you come from me to
settle the when and the where this duel is to be fought.”
“Single fight?” said Jack.
“Yes; consent to any thing that is fair,” said the admiral, “but let it
be as soon as you can. Now, do you understand what I have said?”
“Yes, to be sure; I ain’t lived all these years without knowing your
lingo.”
“Then go at once; and don’t let the honour of Admiral Bell and old
England suffer, Jack. I’m his man, you know, at any price.”
“Never fear,” said Jack; “you shall fight him, at any rate. I’ll go and
see he don’t back out, the warmint.”
“Then go along, Jack; and mind don’t you go blazing away like a fire
ship, and letting everybody know what’s going on, or it’ll be stopped.”
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