Pulp Fiction, 1879 · page 89 of 100
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GONGRATULATIONS our “hero, ‘and one of them informed him, in a ‘whisper, of fags? death of his old enemy, Mr.. Dumps. “Tf he'd lived, I think he’d have insisted upon your being taken back to the ship,” continued the sailor; “but the cap- tain’s a different man; re won't make any trouble of that — kind. He always liked you, you know.” _ “Pow is my aunt?’ inquired Minnie, of the parson. “Very well, I believe,’ answered Trust; and he then pro- feeded to describe the adventures of himself and the spinster. Bince they quitted the island. He had scarcely concluded when Landyard ordered his men to return to the boat. . They obeyed, and the skipper then turned to Weldon. “Young man,” said he, “is it your wish to remain upon this island, or to return with me to the ship? We are home ward bound.” “T prefer to. remain,” answered Harmon, “ and so does my wife, I believe. Do you not, Minnie ?” “Oh, yes,” she answered; “I shall never care to ean the island unless you wish to do so.” “ Ay, ay, now, but that’s spoken like a true woman ” cried the captain. “ You've got spliced to a nice little lass, Weldon, and I hope youll both be happy all the days of your life.” “Thank you,” said Weldon. “And now,” continued the skipper, “as you don’t wish to return to the ship, I shall bring you some boards, some spare rolls of canvas, a trunk full of books, a lot of nails, an ax, a saw, a hammer, and a number of other articles which you will find quite useful.” r “ Oh, no,” said Harmon, “I will not teouble you. .I—” “ Not a word,” interrupted Landyard, “In doing what | propose, I shall only be giving you your due—an equivalent for your share of the profits of the v’yage. The ship is a fall ship, remember.” “Verily, you will do wrong if you refuse, young man,” said, the parson, ag he entered the boat. “T will take no refusal,” cried the captain, with a good-_ -humored smile; “if he don’t want the articles after they are es. brought here, he can set’em adrift.” : So anying, the jolly skipper sprung into the stern-sheets of - COmcbooks.eo Aiea} (aha Sasa ae Fait,” & ;