Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 343: what you’re looking at

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when they get a grip on him in the water. - Hope I hain’t done no mischief either, with my onlucky tongue, about the wreck of the Fortuna,” he con- eluded, in an apologetic tone. “Ay hope not,” Percy replied, quietly, then added: “T would like to talk further with you about that matter by and by.” Then turning again to Mr. Osborn, he said cor- dially: ‘“Won’t you both come in and have some lunch? The family returned to London some time ago, 80 the cupboard is rather bare; but I can at least give you some biscuit and a elass of wine to refresh you, after your tiresome exertions.”’ Mr. Osborn declined this invitation with thanks. saying that he must get back to his hotel where he would soon have dinner, and, after m: iking an ap- pointment with Tom Lawson for another tishing ex- cursion on the following morning, he bade Perey a courteous good- day, and ‘departed. “Now Lawson,” Percy said, turning to the sailor a erave, earnest face, “will you kindly tell me more of that story which you so inopportunely began inside ? Come, sit down and take your time for it, and when you are through I will open a bottle of wine for you.” “Thank you, sir,” the man returned, with another pull at his forelock, while he settled himself in the chair which Percy had drawn forward for him. **Ye see,” he began at once, very willing to spin a yarn to an attentive listener, ‘‘I was second Tate on board the Fortuna when Bill Morton was first mate. We were good frieuds then, and he promised me that if ever he got to be cap'n he’d make me ey Ss aes I’d stick tomy duty and do my best. rpinebesarril very next trip Captain Simon was laid f