Holding the bag at Collections—and all through a golden-haired child!"
[Here the Mate suppresses a groan, and is understood to remark that he "knows that golden-haired child;" the Stout Lady sighs, and inwardly reflects that you can never go by appearances; the Chirpy Man becomes solemn and attentive.
The Ex-Pirate (who meanwhile has sighted an East-Indiaman, and given chase).
"Well, soon as we'd overhauled her, our 'Jolly Roger' we flew,
We opened our dummy deadlights, and the guns gleamed grinning through.
And, panther-like, we were crouching—"
[Here he attempts to suit the action to the word; the boat heels over—and the Pirate's crouch becomes a sprawl.
I—I beg your pardon.—(Picking himself up.)
"Under the Indiaman's side;
When—a baby-face from her bulwarks, looked down on us open-eyed: