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gs as was at the bottom of a cask, but that's heavenly to going without your 'lowance o' water." "Don't talk about it," said Syd; "it was a horrible experience." "Well, come, sir, I like that," growled Strake, who soon seemed quite himself again; "it was you begun it, not me." "I?" cried Syd, angrily; "why, didn't you come to me, sir, and say that you always thought as long as a man had a biscuit and plenty of rum he could do without water?" "Why, so I did, Master Syd, sir. Of course I'd forgotten it. Got so wishy-washy with so much water, that I can't think quite clear again yet." "Never mind; you know better about the rum now." "Yes, sir; and if I gets back home again well and hearty, you know, there's a good cellar under the cottage at home." "Yes, of course, I know. What of that?" "Well, sir, I'm going to set Pan-y-mar to work--his fin 'll be strong long afore then--to wash all the empty wine-bottles I can find up at the house, and I'm goin' to fill 'em at the pump, cork 'em up, and lay 'em down in the cellar same as the captain does his port wine." "And give up rum altogether?" "Give? Up? Well, no, sir; I dunno as I could quite do that." "Never mind talking about it, then," said Syd; "but as soon as the men are well enough, let's have all the water-casks well-filled." "Beg pardon, sir." "Well, what?" "Water's lovely and sweet and cool where it is; wouldn't it be better to have it fetched twice a day as we want it?" "Yes, Strake," said Syd, "if you are quite sure that no enemy will come and try to oust us. Suppose they land, and we are shut up here; are we to go on suffering for want of water again?" The boatswain hit himself a tremendous blow on his chest with his doubled fist. "Think o' that now, sir. Must be the water. Head's as wishy-washy as can be. Sort o' water on the brain kind o' feeling, sir." "We'll have the casks all filled and stored in that cave near the powder, and be secure from it, but have the water for use fetched twice a day from the spring." "O' course, Master Syd, sir. Never struck me till this instant. Well, I'm proud o' you, sir, I am indeed, and it's a comfort to me now as I did have something to do with teaching of you." "What's that mean? What does Rogers want?" "Dunno, sir. Caught a big 'un, I s'pose, or lost his line. You give him leave to fish, didn't you?" "Yes.--Well, Rogers, what is it? Got any fish?" "Lots, sir. Bu
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