"I knew 'Timothy Bone' could never be a - a 'mutinous rogue,'" he
said, and turned to aid Dorothy aboard with the air of an admiral
on his flagship.
And now, all being ready, he unhitched the painter, or, as he said,
"slipped our cable," and we glided out into midstream.
"A ship," he said thoughtfully, "always has a name. What shall we
call this one? Last time we were 'pirates' and she was the Black
Death - "
"Never mind last time, Imp," I broke in; "to-day she is the Joyful
Hope."
"That doesn't sound very 'pirate-y,' somehow," he responded with a
disparaging shake of the head, "but I s'pose it will have to do.
And so, upon that summer morning, the good ship Joyful Hope set sail
for the "Land of the Heart's Delight," and surely no vessel of her
size ever carried quite such a cargo of happiness before or since.
And once again "Scarlet Sam" stamped upon the "quarter-deck" and
roared orders anent "lee shrouds" and "weather braces," with divers
injunctions concerning the "helm," while his eyes rolled and he
flourished his 'murderous cutlass" as he had done upon a certain
other memorable occasion.
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