"You d----d mutinous scoundrel," cried Vanslyperken, "touch my dog, if
you dare."
The corporal put his hand up to the salute, and Vanslyperken shook his
head with a diabolical expression of countenance.
"Now where the devil could he come from?" whispered Spurey.
Coble shrugged up his shoulders, and Short gave a long whistle expending
more breath than usual.
However, there was no more to be said; and as soon as the rigging was
knotted and spliced, sail was made in the cutter; but the wind being
dead in their teeth, they did not arrive until late the next evening,
and the admiral did not see despatches till the next morning, for the
best of all possible reasons, that Vanslyperken did not take them on
shore. He had a long story to tell, and he thought it prudent not to
disturb the admiral after dinner, as great men are apt to be very
choleric during the progress of digestion.
The consequence was, that when, the next morning, Mr Vanslyperken
called upon the admiral, the intelligence had been received from the
cave, and all the parties had absconded. Mr Vanslyperken told his own
tale, how he had been hailed by a boat purporting to have a messenger on
board, how they had boarded him and beat down himself and his crew, how
he and his crew had fought under hatches and beat them on deck, and how
they had been forced to abandon the cutter.
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