“Well, this here ar’nt cheerful,” he said.
“You’re beat. Why don’t you give in?”
“Is it weazand slitting?” he said. “Snickersnee!”
“Get out!” cried Dinny. “Did they cut mine?”
“Yours, you deserter!” said the sailor, contemptuously.
“As much a deserter as you are, Dick Dullock. Sure, and they tuck me prishner, wid a musket to me ear and a bagnet to my chist.”
“You look like one,” said the sailor, sourly.
“Will you surrender?” growled Bart.
“Yes. Can’t do no more, can I? Only bear witness, all on you, as I did my dooty. Didn’t I, youngster?”
“You fought like a brave man,” said Jack, gravely; “but it is of no use to struggle now, so give up.”