"Well, strike me blind, dumb, and deaf!" thundered the seadog in a voice of emotion as he clapped Job Mallet on the back, "if I've been a snivellin' powder monkey I ought to be downright ashamed of myself, and seein' as how I be the oldest seaman here, instead—well, I'm more than damned downright ashamed. Job Mallet, thank you! You set a good example to us all, Mister Bo'sun, and I'll stand by you for one. Damn the smugglers, and wait till I get at 'em, that's all!"
"Thank yer," said the bo'sun, "but you'll greatly oblige me by keeping quiet, 'cos here be the smugglers, if I ain't mistook."
Indeed at that instant along the road came the sound of the sharp, quick steps of the packponies. At present they were hidden in the mist which floated thickly about that part of the Marsh, but they could not only hear the ponies but a sound of a voice singing as well. This voice was raised in a wailing monotone and the words were repeated over and over again. They were intended for the ears of the wretched sailors who were waiting in the ditch for the attack:
"Listen, oh, you good King's men who are waiting to shoot us from the damp ditch. We have got your kind captain here, a blunderbuss a-looking at the back of his head. If you fire on us, good King's men, then the blunderbuss will fire at the good captain, and then:
"'All the King's horses and all the King's men
Could not put captain together again.'"
