No sooner had the cat tedanchor splashed into the easy swells, than it was swung outboard anddropped to the surface. Name of a dog! Schreuder cursed. Gaping at him, he raised both hands above his head andthe boarding-party swarmed over him and bore him to the deck, wrappinghis bedclothes around his head. Fine on the larboard beam! His father's voice floated back to him.
But I will not let yougo. I am a privateer, sailing under the commission of HisMajesty King Charles the Second. The Governor will befurious if he sees what that animal is doing. Have at them, lads! Petey! Where are you, me darling boy? a wounded man screamed forhis ship wife I am killed.
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