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go in your ship with you?" Henry asked chokingly.

The lids drew down over the ingenuous eyes of Tim.

"If it was ten pound you had," he said slowly, and then, seeing the sorrow on the boy's face, "five, I mean-"

"I have something over four, now," Henry broke in with sadness.

"Well, and four might do it, too. You give me your four pound, and I'll be talking with the master. It's not a bad man when you get to be knowing him, only queer and religious. No, don't be looking at me like that. You come along with me. I wouldn't run off with the four pound of a boy that bought my breakfast at all." His face bloomed with a great smile.

"Come," he said; "let's be drinking that you go with us in the Bristol Girl. Uisquebaugh for me and wine of Oporto for you!" Then breakfast arrived and they fell to eating. After a few mouthfuls Henry said:

"My name is Henry Morgan. What is your other name besides Tim?"

And the sailor laughed heartily.

"Why, if there was ever a name to me but Tim you might find it kicking around in a wheel rut at Cork. The father and mother of me did not wait to be telling me my name. But Tim was on me without giving. Tim is a kind of free name that you can just the and no one to mention it, like the little papers the Dissenters be leaving in the streets, and the scuttling off not to be seen with