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It was not so much the danger, it was not so much the annoyance, that now
bowed down the spirits of young Shelton; it was the profound humiliation
to have escaped Sir Daniel, convinced Lord Risingham, and now fall
helpless in the hands of this old, drunken sailor; and not merely
helpless, but, as his conscience loudly told him when it was too late,
actually guilty--actually the bankrupt debtor of the man whose ship he
had stolen and lost.
"
Bring me him back into the alehouse, till I see his face," said
Arblaster.
"Nay, nay," returned Tom; "but let us first unload his wallet, lest the
other lads cry share."
But though he was searched from head to foot, not a penny was found upon
him; nothing but Lord Foxham's signet, which they plucked savagely from
his finger.
"
Turn me him to the moon," said the skipper; and taking Dick by the chin,
he cruelly jerked his head into the air. "Blessed Virgin!" he cried, "it
is the pirate!"
"
Hey!" cried Tom.
"
By the Virgin of Bordeaux, it is the man himself!" repeated Arblaster.
What, sea-thief, do I hold you?" he cried. "Where is my ship? Where is
"
my wine? Hey! have I you in my hands? Tom, give me one end of a cord
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