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saying, "the best ship out o' the port o' Dartmouth, a Virgin Mary
parcel-gilt, thirteen pounds of good gold money--"
"I have bad losses, too," interrupted one of the others. "I have had
losses of mine own, gossip Arblaster. I was robbed at Martinmas of five
shillings and a leather wallet well worth ninepence farthing."
Dick's heart smote him at what he heard. Until that moment he had not
perhaps thought twice of the poor skipper who had been ruined by the loss
of the Good Hope; so careless, in those days, were men who wore arms of
the goods and interests of their inferiors. But this sudden encounter
reminded him sharply of the high-handed manner and ill-ending of his
enterprise; and both he and Lawless turned their heads the other way, to
avoid the chance of recognition.
The ship's dog had, however, made his escape from the wreck and found his
way back again to Shoreby. He was now at Arblaster's heels, and suddenly
sniffing and pricking his ears, he darted forward and began to bark
furiously at the two sham friars.
His master unsteadily followed him.
"
Hey, shipmates!" he cried. "Have ye ever a penny pie for a poor old
shipman, clean destroyed by pirates? I am a man that would have paid for
you both o' Thursday morning; and now here I be, o' Saturday night,
begging for a flagon of ale! Ask my man Tom, if ye misdoubt me. Seven
pieces of good Gascon wine, a ship that was mine own, and was my father's
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