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9. Powder and Arms

THE Hispaniola lay some way out, and we went under the
figureheads and round the sterns of many other ships, and
their cables sometimes grated underneath our keel, and
sometimes swung above us. At last, however, we got alongside,
and were met and saluted as we stepped aboard by the mate, Mr.
Arrow, a brown old sailor with earrings in his ears and a squint.
He and the squire were very thick and friendly, but I soon
observed that things were not the same between Mr. Trelawney
and the captain.

This last was a sharp-looking man who seemed angry with
everything on board and was soon to tell us why, for we had
hardly got down into the cabin when a sailor followed us.

“Captain Smollett, sir, axing to speak with you,” said he.
“I am always at the captain’s orders. Show him in,” said the
squire.

The captain, who was close behind his messenger, entered at
once and shut the door behind him.

“Well, Captain Smollett, what have you to say? All well, I hope;
all shipshape and seaworthy?”

“Well, sir,” said the captain, “better speak plain, I believe, even
at the risk of offence. I don’t like this cruise; I don’t like the men;
and I don’t like my officer. That’s short and sweet.”

“Perhaps, sir, you don’t like the ship?” inquired the squire, very
angry, as I could see.

“I can’t speak as to that, sir, not having seen her tried,” said the
captain. “She seems a clever craft; more I can’t say.”

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