They met Lieutenant Tupman of the Saucy brig-of-war, a large, fat, purple, smiling man, with the word grog written in small red veins over his nose and parts of his cheeks: obviously a good-natured, drunken fellow who would fight, no doubt, if a Frenchman opposed him, but who preferred his bed and "The Swan" to frequent sentinel cruisings in his little ship of war. Both gentlemen knew him slightly. They ventured on this occasion to stop and accost him. They asked him if it was true that news of a French cruiser being off the coast had come to hand, and he answered that he had not heard of such a ship being near the coast.
Diam247 registrationl, "Now, then," said Billy as he came up, "maybe you'll begin to see that it don't pay to blab so danged much."
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Diam247 registrationl "What you want'a do, Croaker?" he asked, stroking the bird's neck feathers smooth..
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