Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-10-23
IKE the herrinss in an Easterllns's barrels. .

IKE the behring's In an Easterling's barrels"
what says Sir Nigel to itT''
He IL below prfcking out the coat armor
Of his mothers uncle Poster me not with
such small matters!' was all that could
get from him. Then there Is Sir Oliver.
Fry them in oil with dressing OF Gas
cony, quoth he. and then swore at me be-
cause / had not been the cook. 'Walawa,'
thought I, mad master, sober man-so
away forward to the archers. Harrow and
alas! but they were worse than the others.
Would they not help you, then?"
Nay, they sat tway and tway at board.
him that they call Aylward. and the great
red-headed man who snapped the Norman
arm bone. and the black man for Norwich
and score of Others rafting their dice In
an archer's gauntlet for want of box.
The ship can scarce last much longer, my
masters quoth I. That is your business.
olu swine's head cried the black galliard.
LIE diable t'emporte. says Awkward. "A five,
four and the MAN, shouted the big man,
with voice like the flap of sail. Hark to
them now, young sir, and say If speak not
sooth'
AS he spoke there sounded high above
the shrek Of the gale and the straining of
the timbers gust of oaths with roar Of
deep-chested mirth from the gamblers in
the forecastle.
the word and the thing is done, II two
hands may do it,
Nay, nay. your head / can see Is still
totty, and + faith little head would you
have had your bassinet not stood your
friend All that may be done is already
carried out. for we have stuffed the cape
with sails and corded it without and with
In. Yet when we hale our bowlne and
veer the sheet our lives will hang upon the
breach remaining blocked. See how yonder
headland looms upon us through the mist
We must tack within three arrow flights or
We may find a rock through our timbers.
Now, st. Christopher be praised! here is Sir
Nigel, with whom l may confer
-,
the knight, clutching his way along the bull
Wark. Il would not show lack of courtesy
toward worthy man, but l was deep in a
matter OF some weight, concerning which,
Alleyne, should be glad of your rede. 1t
touches the question of dimidiation or i'm
Placement In the coat of mine uncle, Sir
John Leighton of Shropshire, who took
unto wife the widow of Sir Henry Oglander
Of Nunwen. The case has been much de-
bated by pursuivants and kings-of-arms.
But how is it with you. master shipman3"
Ill enough, my fair lord The cog must
go about anon, and know not how we may
keep the water out of her.
Go call Sir Oliver! said Sir Nigel ard
presently the portly knight made his way
all astraddle down the slippery deck
BY my soul, master shipman, this pass IS
all patience!' he cried, wrathfully. IF this
snip OF yours must needs dance and skip
like clown at kermesse, then 1 play
you that you will put me into one of these
galeasses. I had but sat down to a flask
OF malvoisie and a mortress of Drawn es
Is my use about this hour, when there comes
cherking and find my wine over my legs
and the flask in my lap, and then. as l
stoop to clip 1t, there comes another cursed
cherk and there is a mortress of Drawn
stuck fast to the nape of my neck At this
moment have two pages coursing after
1t from side to side, like hounds behind a
leveret. Never did living pig gambol more
lightly. But you have sent for me. Sir
Nigel?"
would fam have your rede, Sir Oliver,
Tor Master Hawtayne hath fears that when
we Veer there may come danger from the
hole in our side'
Then do not veer." quoth Sir Oliver. has
t1ly. And now, fair SIR 1 must hasten
back to see how my rogues have Jared with
the Drawn"
Nay, but this will scarce suffice" cried
the shlpman. IF We do not veer, we will
be upon the rocks within the hour
Then veer," said Sir Oliver There is
my rede; and now, Sir Nigel, 1 must
crave"
AT this instant, however startled shout
rang out from two seamen upon the fore
castle.
Rocks! they yelled, stabbing into the
ar with their forefngers. Rocks beneath
our very bowsr'
Go be continued tomorrow