Snarleyyow by Frederick Marryat
page 38 of 545 (06%)
page 38 of 545 (06%)
![]() | ![]() |
|
tog is not a tog."
"No," replied Coble, "an imp sent by the devil to his follower in distress." "Yes," said Short. "Well, but," said Jemmy Ducks, who for some time had left off touching the strings of his fiddle, "it would be the work of a good Christian to kill the brute." "It's not a mortal animal, Jemmy." "True, I forgot that." "Gifen by de tyfel," observed Jansen. "Ay, and christened by him too," continued Coble. "Who ever heard any Christian brute with such a damnable name?" "Well, what's to be done?" "Why," replied Jemmy Ducks, "at all events, imp o' Satan or not, that ere Smallbones fought him to-day with his own weapons." "And beat him too," said Coble. "Yes," said Short. "Now, it's my opinion, that Smallbones ar'n't afraid of him," continued |
|