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Devon Boys

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
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Only, recollect I'm in your debt." "As for me, Mr Uggleston," said my father.
"There--there, that will do," cried old Jonas surlily.

"We ar'n't such very bad friends, are we ?" "I hope not," said my father, and we took our leave, being embraced by the French skipper, who said that we should meet again, shaking hands with old Jonas, and giving Binnacle Bill a crown piece, which my father slipped into my hand for him, making the old red-faced fellow's eyes twinkle as he exclaimed: "Ba-c-co!" Then we started homeward in the lowest of spirits, we two boys expecting the most severe of lectures; but to our intense surprise and delight we were allowed to drop behind, for our elders were deep in conversation about the mine.
Then it was that, after hanging more and more behind, Bob Chowne relieved his feelings.
"It was a shame--it was too bad!" he kept on grumbling.
"What was too bad--what was a shame ?" I cried.
"Why, for father to give old Parley Vous that knife!" "Why ?" I said wonderingly.
"Why?
Because it was such a good un.

I've tried to coax him out of it lots o' times.

It was as sharp as sharp, and he used to use it to cut off fingers and toes, and that sort of thing.

He never would give it to me, because he said it was good for operating, and now that old Frenchee Frenchee will use it for toasting frogs over his nasty little stove." "Here, you boys, come up here," said the doctor just then.
We crept up very unwillingly, for the lecture was evidently going to begin.
"I thought we'd tell you," said the doctor in his grimmest fashion, "we're going to find out a school where there are no holidays, and send you there." But they did not, for in due time we went back to Barnstaple, and I had the last of my education there..


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