Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 05
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 05
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
"'Vast there with your questions, old leprous-livered knave!'
vociferated Jenkins. 'As to who I am, I am a better fellow than ever
stood in your shoes; and, as to daring to break into your house, before
I leave it, I shall dare to break your head! And as to my business with
you, I intend to make you _sensible_ of that too;' and as he uttered the
word _sensible_, he shook the piece of rope in his hand, and
continued--'Now, I have answered your questions; answer one to me. Do
you remember a lad of the name of Bill Stanley--eh?'
"The Squire shook with terror; but endeavouring to assume an air of
authority, stammered out--'No--no--fellow; I--I know no such person.
Begone, sir. Be--begone, I say.'
"'Smash me if I do!' added Jenkins. 'And belike you don't know Polly
Danvers, either? Well, perhaps this piece of old junk may sharpen your
memory!'
"Wates called upon his servants for assistance.
"'Hands off, ye beggarly swabs! or kiss the boatswain's sister!'
continued the sailor, laying lustily around him, and causing the
domestics to shrink back. 'Vast there!' he continued, laying hold of the
squire, who attempted to escape; 'not so fast--I an't quite done with
you yet. Now, you see, I'm an old friend and shipmate of Bill Stanley's;
and the day that he was pressed, and you were the cause of it, Bill says
to me--'Jack,' says he, 'when I am away, see that no land-shark comes
alongside my Polly.' 'Fear nothing, Bill,' says I, 'hang me if I
don't--there's my hand on't.' Now, I've been at sea ever since, until
the other day, and my old woman tells me that you, you cream-faced
scoundrel, not only had the impudence to pull alongside Polly Danvers,
but had the audacity to propose----shiver me if I can name it--but take
that!'
"And so saying, he began to lay the rope fiercely round the shoulders of
his victim; and, as the servants again closed upon the sailor to rescue
their master, he dashed them to the ground, to the right and to the
left, and finally rushed out of the house, crying--'Who shall say that
Jack is the lad that would break his promise?'
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