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"Then we"Come, lads, here is my own Marie Rose ready to cast off Who's for a trip with a fight at the end of it?"

There was a rush for the boat; but the stout little seaood, but you are overfat for the work You, Luke, and you, Thoate You ork the boat And noe need a few men of their hands Do you coo!" cried Nigel

"Yes, Nigel, you can go, and I will bring your gear over to Calais this night"

"I will join you there, fair sir, and with the help of Saint Paul I will bring this Red Ferret withi on the line and raising the mainsail "Now then, sirrah! who are you?" It was Aylward, who had followed Nigel and was pushing his way aboard

"Where o also," cried Aylward, "so stand clear, master-shipman, or you may co, "had I ive you a lesson ere I leave land Stand back and give place to others!"

"Nay, stand back and give place toround the waist he slung hier fro was the hero of all the Cinque Ports and had never yet ers in which it was said that he "could never rest until he had foughten his fill" When, therefore, swi like a duck, he reached a rope and pulled hihast to see what fell fate would befall this bold stranger But Badding laughed loudly, dashing the saltwater from his eyes and hair

"You have fairly won your place, archer," said he "You are the very man for our work Where is Black Si, stern, lean face came forward "I am with you, Cock," said he, "and I thank you for h Baddlesmere, and you, Hal Masters, and you, Dicon of Rye That is enough Now off, in God's naht ere we can come up with them!"

Already the head-sails and thehands poled her off fro over, and quivering with eagerness like an unleashed hound she flew through the opening and out into the Channel She was a famous little schooner, the Marie Rose of Winchelsea, and under her daring owner Cock Badding, half trader and half pirate, had brought back into port o taken in mid-Channel, and paid for in blood rather than reat speed and the fierce character of herthe French coast, andas he passed the narrow seas had scanned the distant Kentish shore, fearing lest that ill-oold Christopher upon it should shoot out suddenly froray cliffs Now she was clear of the land, with the wind on her larboard quarter, every inch of canvas set, and her high sharp bows sh the waves