? ? ? ? "By jings that'll be gay, Tom! I wish it was now!"
? ? ? ? "So do I! And when we tell 'em we learned when we was off pirating, won't they wish they'd been along?"
? ? ? ? "O, I reckon not! I'll just bet they will!"
? ? ? ? So the talk ran on. But presently it began to flag a trifle, and grow disjointed. The silences widened; the expectoration marvelously increased. Every pore inside the boys' cheeks became a spouting fountain; they could scarcely bail out the cellars under their tongues fast enough to prevent an inundation; little overflowings down their throats occurred in spite of all they could do, and sudden retchings followed every time. Both boys were looking very pale and miserable, now. Joe's pipe dropped from his nerveless fingers. Tom's followed. Both fountains were going furiously and both pumps bailing with might and main. Joe said feebly:
? ? ? ? "I've lost my knife. I reckon I better go and find it.
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