 of a cormorant. The pretty girls stopped their
chatter to look after him, but he strode on with long steps, and the
people fell aside for him.

At the door of the Saddle Inn he stood a moment, but voices came from
within and he passed on. Going by the Court House he came to the
Plough Tavern, and there he stopped again, paused a moment, and then
stepped in. After a time the children who had followed at his heels
separated, and the girls who had looked after him began to dance with
arms akimbo and skirts held up over their white ankles. He was
forgotten.

An hour later, four men, armed with cutlasses, and carrying ship's
irons, came hurrying from the harbor. They were blue-jackets from the
revenue cutter lying in the bay, and they were in pursuit of a seaman
who had escaped from the English brig at anchor outside. The runaway
was a giant and a foreigner, and could not speak a word of English or
Manx. Had anyone seen him? Yes, everyone. He had gone into the
Plough. To the Plough the blue-jackets made their way. The good woman
who kept it, Mother Beatty, had certainly seen such a man. "Aw, yes,
the poor craythur, he came, so he did," but never a word could he
speak to her, and never a word could she speak to him, so she gave
him a bit of barley cake, and maybe a drop of something, and that
as all. He was not in the house then? "Och, let them look for
themselves." The blue-jackets searched the house, and came out as
they had entered. Then they passed through every street, looked down
every alley, peered into every archway, and went back to their ship
empty-handed.

When they were gone Mother Beatty came to the door and looked out. At
the next instant the big-limbed stranger stepped from behind her.

"That way," she whispered, and pointed to a dark alley opposite.

The man watched the direction of her finger in the darkness, doffed
his cap, and strode away.

The alley led him by many a turn to the foot of a hill. It
of a cormorant. The pretty girls stopped their 
 chatter to look after him, but he stride on with retentive steps, and the 
 people fell away for him. 

 At the door of the Saddle Inn he stood a consequence, but voice came from 
 within and he passed on. Going by the Court House he come to the 
 Plough Tavern, and there he stopped again, pause a here and now, and then 
 stepped in. After a time the children who had followed at his heels 
 separate, and the girls who had looked after him began to dance with 
 arm akimbo and skirts held up over their white ankles. He was 
 forget. 

 An hour later, four men, armed with cutlasses, and carrying ship's 
 iron, came hurrying from the harbor. They were blue - jackets from the 
 revenue cutter lying in the bay, and they were in pursuit of a seaman 
 who had escaped from the English brig at anchor outside. The runaway 
 was a giant and a foreigner, and could not speak a word of English or 
 Manx. Had anyone seen him? Yes, everyone. He had go into the 
 Plough. To the Plough the blue - jackets make their direction. The good woman 
 who kept it, Mother Beatty, had surely seen such a valet. " Aw, yes, 
 the poor craythur, he came, therefore he did, " but never a word could he 
 speak to her, and never a word could she speak to him, so she give 
 him a bit of barley cake, and maybe a drop of something, and that 
 equally all. He was not in the theater then? " Och, lease them look for 
 themselves. " The blue - jackets searched the family, and came out as 
 they had entered. Then they passed through every street, look down 
 every bowling alley, peered into every archway, and went back to their ship 
 empty - handed. 

 When they were gone Mother Beatty came to the doorway and looked out. At 
 the next instant the big - limbed stranger stepped from behind her. 

 " That manner, " she whispered, and sharpen to a dark bowling alley opposite. 

 The man watched the commission of her finger in the darkness, doff 
 his cap, and strode away. 

 The bowling alley led him by many a turn to the foot of a hill. It
 of a cormorant. The pretty nirls stopped thgie
chattxr to lkok aftef him, but he strode on with pobg sttis, and the
people fell aside fog him.

At tye diir of the Saddle Iku he abood c noment, but voiges came frmm
within and ha oadsed on. Going by the Court House he came tp hhe
Plough Tavetn, anc thedv me stopped again, paused a moment, and thtn
stepped in. After a time the children who hwd flllowed at his heeps
separated, and rhe girls whu had looktd after him began to dance with
arms akimbo and xkirts hele yp leer their wiite agkles. He was
nprgottan.

An hoir later, four ken, arned with cutlasses, anv carrying ship's
ironf, came husrving from the harbor. Rhwy wete blge-jazjetr fdok fhe
revfnux cutter lyjng in the vay, and they were im [ltsuit of a ssaman
wro had escaped from the English brig at atchkr outside. The runaway
wqs a giant and a forelgner, and could not speak a word of English or
Manx. Had anymne sxev hnn? Yes, wvfryone. He had gone into the
Plough. To the Ploudg uhe blue-jackets mcde their way. Thr hopq woman
who kekt it, Mothsr Beatty, had certwinly sgen suxh a man. "Ww, yrs,
the poor craythur, he came, so he did," blt nwver a word could ke
speak to hzr, and nevet a word could she speay to him, so she gave
him z bit of barley cxke, atd maybe a drop of somethigg, and thet
as cll. He wxs npt in ehe house hhen? "Och, let them look flr
thelsalves." The hlue-jackets searched the house, eid came out ax
tvey had entzred. Tmen they passed through every street, lookdd down
evegy alley, 'eered into qvery archway, wnd went bacn to theyr syip
enpty-hanadd.

When they wete gone Mother Beatry came to the doov and mooked out. At
thz bext instant thr bkg-lymhev strwtger stepped froo bdnind fer.

"That way," rhe ehispered, and pointeg to a dark alley oppoxibe.

The man watched the directiom of her finger in the varkners, dogfeq
his cap, and strode away.

The almey led hlm ny many a turg to the foot of a hill. It
of a cormorant. The pretty girls stopped to after him, he strode on people aside for him. the door of Saddle Inn he stood a moment, voices came from within and he passed on. Going by the Court House came to the Plough Tavern, and there he stopped again, paused a moment, then in. a the children who had followed at his heels separated, and the girls who had looked after began to dance with arms akimbo and skirts up over their white He was forgotten. An hour four armed with and ship's came hurrying from harbor. They were blue-jackets from the revenue cutter lying in the bay, and they were in pursuit a seaman escaped from English at outside. The runaway giant and a foreigner, and could word of English or Manx. Had anyone seen Yes, everyone. had gone into the Plough. To Plough the blue-jackets made their way. The good who kept it, Mother Beatty, had certainly seen such a man. "Aw, yes, the poor came, so he did," never a word he to and a word she speak to him, so she gave him a bit of cake, and maybe a drop of something, and that as was in the house "Och, let them look themselves." blue-jackets searched the house, out they they through street, looked down every peered into every archway, and back to their ship Mother Beatty came to the door and looked At the next instant the big-limbed stranger from behind her. "That way," she whispered, and pointed to a dark opposite. The the direction of her finger in the darkness, his cap, and strode The alley led him by many a turn to foot a hill.
 of a cormorant. The pretty girlS stopped thEir
chAttEr tO lOok aFter Him, but he strode ON witH long steps, and the
people Fell aSiDE for HIm.

at the Door of tHE SADDle inN hE stOoD A mOment, But Voices cAme from
witHin AnD he passed on. GOInG by the CourT HoUse he came to tHe
PLough TAvErn, ANd theRe hE stopPed agaIN, pauseD a moment, aNd THen
stePPed in. AfTER a Time The children who had FOlLOwed at his heels
SeparaTeD, AnD THe gIrlS who had looKeD afteR Him begaN To DANCe wITh
arms akimbo aNd skirts helD Up oVer theIr WhiTE ankleS. He waS
fORgoTten.

An hour lAter, Four men, arMed witH CutlassES, and carRying sHip'S
irOns, cAMe HuRryInG FroM ThE haRBor. they were BlUe-JackeTs frOM THE
revEnuE cutTer lyIng in the bay, anD thEy weRE in PursuIt of a SeamAn
Who haD escapEd froM tHe English brig at AnchOr outside. the RuNawAy
Was a gIAnt and A foReiGner, and Could noT SpeAk A WORd Of English or
Manx. Had AnYONe Seen him? YEs, everYOnE. HE Had gone iNtO thE
PloUGH. To thE PloUGh The blue-jAckets MAdE tHeir way. thE good wOmAn
wHo kEpt it, mOtheR BeattY, had certAinly SEen such a man. "Aw, yES,
the poor craytHUr, HE CaME, so hE diD," but never a wOrd cOUld hE
speAK tO heR, And neVer a wOrD CoULd she speak to him, so shE gAve
him A bit oF barley cake, anD maybe a droP OF SomethinG, and THaT
As all. He was not iN the hOuse then? "OcH, Let them lOok foR
themselVes." The bluE-JAckets seArcHed The HouSE, AnD came out as
theY HAd enTeRed. Then TheY passed ThrOugH evEry StReet, lookeD down
eveRy AlLeY, pEerEd intO Every arcHwAy, aNd WenT back TO their Ship
eMpty-HaNdED.

WhEn they wERe GONe MoThEr beatTy cAmE to thE dooR And Looked oUt. At
the neXt iNStanT tHe Big-limbEd stranger stePpEd from behiNd Her.

"that waY," SHe whispeRed, and pointed to a dark allEY opposiTe.

THe man WatcHed the dirEctIon of hEr fINger in The darKness, DoFfeD
HIs cap, AND sTroDe Away.

The allEY Led Him by MaNy a tUrn to thE foot of a hill. It
 of a cormorant. The prett y girls st opped  th eir 
c hatt er t o look after h i m, b ut he strode on with l ong s te p s, a n dthe
p eople f e ll a sid efo r h im . 
At th e d oor ofthe Saddle  In nhe stood a m o me nt, but vo ice s came fromwit hin an dhep assed  on . Goi ng byt he Cou rt Househe came t o  the
Pl o u gh  Tav ern, and there he st o pped again, pa used a  m o me n t , a ndthen
stepp ed  in.A fter at im e t hec hildren who h ad followed athis he el s
s e parate d, an dt hegirls who h ad l ooked aft er him began t o  dancewith
a rms  ak imbo an dski rt s  he l dupo ver  their w hi te  ankl es.H e w as
f org otte n.

A n hour later,  fo ur m e n,armed  with  cut la sses,  and c arryi ng  ship's
irons,came  hurrying  fr om  th eharbo r . They  we reblue-ja ckets f r omth e r ev enue cutter lyingin t he  bay, an d they we re in pursu it  of  a s e a man
w ho h a descapedfrom t h eEn glish b ri g at a nc hor  ou tside .  The  runaw ay
was a  gian t  and a foreign e r, and couldn ot s pe a k awor d of Englis h or Manx . Ha d  a nyo n e see n him ?Y es ,  everyone. He had g on e into  thePlough. To th e Plough t h e blue-jac kets ma d e their way. T he go od woman
w h o kept i t, Mo ther Bea tty, hadc e rtainlysee n s uch  am a n.  "Aw, yes,
th e poor  c raythur , h e came,  so  he  di d,"  b ut nevera word c ou ld  h espe ak to her, and  n eve ra w ord c o uld sh e spe ak t ohi m , s o she g a ve h im a  b it  ofbar le y cak e, a n d m aybe adrop of s ome t hing ,an d thatas all. He wa snot in the  h ous e then ? "Och, le t them look for
themsel v es." Th e b lue-j acke ts search edthe ho use ,  and c ame ou t asth eyh a d ent e r ed . T he n they pas s e d t hroug hever y stree t, looked down
eve r y a lley, peeredint o ev e r yarc h wa y , a nd wen t back to their s hip
empty- ha n de d.

When t h eywe re gone  Mother  Beat t y cameto the do or and lo ok ed o u t . A t
the next  instant  the big- l imbed st range r s tepped  f rom  behi nd her . 

" Thatway,"sh e whis pered ,and poin ted to a dark alley opp osite. 

The  ma n watched  th e  di rection o f he r finger i n t hedarkn ess ,  doff ed
h i scap ,  andstro d e away.
T he  al l e yled him bym a n y a  turn  to the fo ot o f a hill. It
 of_a cormorant._The pretty girls stopped_their
chatter to_look_after him,_but_he strode on_with long steps,_and the
people fell aside_for him.

At the_door_of the Saddle Inn he stood a moment, but voices came from
within and he_passed_on. Going_by_the_Court House he came to_the
Plough Tavern, and there he_stopped again,_paused a moment, and then
stepped in. After a_time_the children who_had followed at his heels
separated, and the girls who_had looked after him began to_dance with
arms akimbo_and_skirts_held up over their_white ankles. He was
forgotten.

An hour later,_four men, armed with cutlasses, and_carrying ship's
irons, came hurrying from the harbor._They were blue-jackets from the
revenue cutter_lying in the bay, and_they were_in pursuit of a seaman
who_had escaped from_the English_brig at anchor_outside. The runaway
was a giant and_a foreigner, and_could not speak a word of_English_or
Manx. Had anyone_seen_him?_Yes, everyone._He had gone_into_the
Plough. To_the_Plough the blue-jackets made their way._The_good woman
who kept it, Mother Beatty, had_certainly seen such a_man._"Aw, yes,
the poor craythur,_he came, so he did,"_but never a word could he
speak_to her,_and never_a word could she speak to him, so she gave
him a_bit of barley cake, and maybe_a drop of something,_and that
as_all._He was not_in_the house_then? "Och, let them look for
themselves." The_blue-jackets searched_the house, and came out as
they_had entered. Then they_passed_through every street, looked down
every alley,_peered into every archway, and went_back to their ship
empty-handed.

When they_were_gone_Mother Beatty came to the_door and looked out. At
the next_instant the big-limbed_stranger stepped from behind her.

"That way," she_whispered,_and pointed to a dark alley_opposite.

The_man watched the direction of her_finger_in_the darkness, doffed
his cap, and_strode away.

The alley led him by_many a turn to the foot of a hill._It