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 his customer the beer and tobacco as desired. "'Tis well enough to begin a fresh score when the old one's wiped out; but I saw that purse, with my own eyes, half full of broad pieces at the ebb. See now; you've gone and cleared it out—not a blessed groat left—and it's scarce high-water yet!"

"What o' that, old shiney?" laughed the other. "Isn't there plenty more to be yarned when them's all gone? Slack water be hanged! I tell you I'll have a doubloon for every one of these here rain-drops afore a month's out. I know where they grows, old man; I know where they grows. My sarvice to ye, mates! Here's 'Outward bound and an even keel!'"

While he spoke he whirled the rain-drops off his shining hat upon the floor, and nodding to the others, took a long pull at his ale, which nearly emptied the jug; then he filled a pipe, winked at the retiring landlord, and smoked in silence. The others scanned him attentively. He was an active, well-built young fellow of two or three-and-twenty, with foretopman written on every feature of his reckless, saucy, good-looking face—in every gesture of his wiry, loose, athletic limbs. He was very good-looking; his eyes sparkled with fun and his teeth were as white as a lady's; his hair too might have been the envy of many a woman, clustering as it did in a profusion of curls over a pair of real gold earrings—a fashion now beginning to find considerable favour amongst the rising generation of seamen, though regarded with horror by their seniors as a new and monstrous affectation, proving, if indeed proof were needed for so self-*evident a fact, that, as in all previous and subsequent ages, "the service was going to the devil."

Even his joviality, however, seemed damped by the taciturnity of his comrades. He too smoked in silence and gave himself up to meditation. The rain pattered outside, and gusts of wind dashed it fitfully against the window-*pane. The tide moaned sullenly, and a house-dog, chained in the back-yard, lifted up his voice to howl in unison. The three seamen smoked and drank and brooded, each occasionally removing his pipe from his mouth as if about to break the silence, on which the others looked in his face expectant, and for a time this was the whole extent of the conversation.