The Island Bride — page 68: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER VII. ON BOARD. We will now return to our four friends, Miss Trundie, Parson Trust, anu Je two seamen, Squint and Bolt. As we have already hinted, they succeeded in reaching the ship in the offing. They were received by the captain, a rather unaimiable-looking personage, wearing a heavy pea-jacket, a long pair of sea-voots, a wide rimmed tarpaulin and canvas trowsers. The expression of his face might be compared to that of an old sea-lion, if one could imagine a sea-lion with a chew of to- bacco in its mouth, The face was very broad, with little wrinkles diverging from the outer corners of the eyes, and other wrinkles covering the forehead. The eyes were of a light blue, and looked as hard as marbles. They gleamed with an expression of satisfretion, however, as their owner scanned the neat, active figures of Squint and Bolt. | “Dear me!’ muttered Miss Trundie, “ what a queer-look- ing man! His eyes are like a duck’s, and he has red hair too 1” “Are you the captain of this vessel ?” inquired the parson, “Ay, ay, Captain Bunt’s my name,” growled the other, “And hark ye!” he added, directing suspicious glances upon the parson’s soiled broadcloth and the green pea-jacket worn by Miss Trundle, “ hark ye! it’s the name of an honest man that: sails an ponest poe P° ‘“‘ Of course,” answered the parson, with a meek smile, “ one glance at your face would ele ats any judge of physiognomy that you are ab honest man.’ “Why, blast it!” roared Bunt, stamping upon the deck with each boot in succession, “ blast it, if I don’t think you've an idea that I was tying to defend my own character; but Ican — tell ye that you’re on the wrong tack—ay, ay, on ‘the wrong tack altogether,” he added, bringing his fist upon the capstan with great force, “seeing as it’s them disguises of your'd that b, comichooks.com ;