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Blue Jackets

CHAPTER NINETEEN
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"I'm quite strong and well.

I ought to have gone." Barkins exploded with silent laughter, laid his hand on Smith's shoulder, and said huskily, as if he were choking with mirth-- "I say, hark at him! What for?
There'll be plenty of mosquitoes up there to sting the poor fellows; they don't want a gnat to tickle them and make them fight." "No," said Smith.

"Never mind, little boy, be good, and we'll take you on an expedition some day." "All right," I replied; "I don't mind your chaff, only you needn't be so nasty because you are disappointed." "Mr Herrick! Where's Mr Herrick ?" cried the first lieutenant.
"Here, sir," I shouted; and I could not help giving my companions a look full of triumph as I dashed aft.
"Oh, there you are, sir.

Now look here, I'm going to mast-head you.
Got your glass ?" "Yes, sir." "Then up with you, right to the main-topgallant cross-trees.

Notice everything you can." My heart began to beat before I reached the main shrouds, and it beat more heavily as I toiled up the rattlins, reached the top, and then went on again, too much excited to think of there being any danger of falling, my mind being partly occupied with thoughts of what Barkins and Smith were saying about my being favoured in this way.
"Just as if they could have come up," I said half-laughing; "one with a game leg, the other with a game arm." My thoughts ran, too, as much upon what I was about to see, so that beyond taking a tight hold, and keeping my spyglass buttoned up in my jacket, I paid little heed to the height I was getting, I reached the head of the topmast, and then began to mount the rattlins of the main-topgallant mast, whose cross-trees seemed to be a tremendous height above my head.
But I was soon there, and settled myself as comfortably as I could, sitting with an arm well round a stay, and one leg twisted in another for safety; but the wood did not feel at all soft, and there was a peculiar rap, rap, rap against the tapering spar which ran up above my head to the round big wooden bun on the top of all, which we knew as the truck.
For a moment or two I couldn't make out what the sound was.


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