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 "But we do not steal the niggers' meal, for that is a nigger's sin. "Must he have his Law as a quid to chaw, or laid in brass on his wheel? "Does he steal with tears when he buccaneers? 'Fore Gad, then, why does he steal?" The skipper bit on a deep-sea word, and the word it was not sweet, For he could see the Captains Three had signalled to the Fleet. But three and two, in white and blue, the whimpering flags began:— "We have heard a tale of a foreign sail, but he is a merchantman." The skipper peered beneath his palm and swore by the Great Horn Spoon:— "'Fore Gad, the Chaplain of the Fleet would bless my picaroon!" By two and three the flags blew free to lash the laughing air:— "We have sold our spars to the merchantmen we know that his price is fair." The skipper winked his Western eye, and swore by a China storm:— "They ha' rigged him a Joseph's jury-coat to keep his honour warm." The halliards twanged against the tops, the bunting bellied broad, The skipper spat in the empty hold and mourned for a wasted cord. Masthead—masthead, the signal sped by the line o' the British craft: The skipper called to his Lascar crew, and put her about and laughed:— "It's mainsail haul, my bully boys all we'll out to the seas again— "Ere they set us to paint their pirate saint, or scrub at his grapnel-chain.