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“Isaac, I’ll never forget ye for this,” he said. “It fair sickens me to think I could nae hae done the same if I’d found the brandy.”

“Enjoy yourself hearty, Will. There’s a plenty for all. I’ll be blind drunk afore I’ve finished my second.”

“We needna be hasty, there’s a blessing,” McCoy replied. “We’ve the night before us, and there’s water close by to sober us up now and again.”

“I’m as willin’ Matt Quintal’s not with us,” said Mills.

“Aye,” Martin replied. “There’s a good shipmate when he’s sober, but God spare me when he’s had a drop too much!”

McCoy nodded. “There’s no demon worse. D’ye mind his wreckin’ the taproom at the Three Blackamoors the week we left Portsmouth? When it took five of us to get him down?”

“Mind! I’ve the marks on me yet,” said Mills.... “God strike me! What’s this?”

A tiny bouquet of flowers and fern, attached to a slender ribbon of bark, came dropping down through the foliage of the tree that shaded them. After dangling in front of Mills’s nose for a moment, it was jerked up again. A ripple of laughter was heard, and, looking up quickly, they could see an elfin-like face peeping down from among the green leaves.