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house must have shook with it. Promptly afterwards, fresh sounds
of astonishment arose; the window of the captain’s room was
thrown open with a slam and a jingle of broken glass, and a man
leaned out into the moonlight, head and shoulders, and addressed
the blind beggar on the road below him.
“Pew,” he cried, “they’ve been before us. Someone’s turned the
chest out alow and aloft.”
“Is it there?” roared Pew.
“The money’s there.”
The blind man cursed the money.
“Flint’s fist, I mean,” he cried.
“We don’t see it here nohow,” returned the man.
“Here, you below there, is it on Bill?” cried the blind man
At that another fellow, probably him who had remained below
to search the captain’s body, came to the door of the inn. “Bill’s
been overhauled a’ready,” said he; “nothin’ left.”
“It’s these people of the inn--it’s that boy. I wish I had put his
eyes out!” cried the blind man, Pew. “There were no time ago--
they had the door bolted when I tried it. Scatter, lads, and find
“Sure enough, they left their glim here,” said the fellow from
“Scatter and find ‘em! Rout the house out!” reiterated Pew,
striking with his stick upon the road.
Then there followed a great to-do through all our old inn, heavy
feet pounding to and fro, furniture thrown over, doors kicked in,
until the very rocks re-echoed and the men came out again, one
after another, on the road and declared that we were nowhere to