? ? ? ? It was mid-afternoon that brought the little old sailor, who had been felled by the captain a few days before, to where Clayton and his wife stood by the ship's side watching the ever diminishing outlines of the great battleship. The old fellow was polishing brasses, and as he came edging along until close to Clayton he said, in an undertone:
? ? ? ? "'Ell's to pay, sir, on this 'ere craft, an' mark my word for it, sir. 'Ell's to pay."
? ? ? ? "What do you mean, my good fellow?" asked Clayton.
? ? ? ? "Wy, hasn't ye seen wats goin' on? Hasn't ye 'eard that devil's spawn of a capting an' is mates knockin' the bloomin' lights outen 'arf the crew?
? ? ? ? "Two busted 'eads yeste'day, an' three to-day.
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