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TALES OF THE BORDERS.
were again heard creaking, and in rushed William, his
father, and the officers of the frigate, and they dragged
the rascal Rigby along with them.
“There was a cry of ‘ Mary!’ ‘ William!’ and a rush to
meet each other. But the best scene was the confusion of
Wates, when his brother knave exposed his villany; and
Captain Sherbourne ordering them to begone, Jack Jenkina
rushed after them, for the pleasure of kicking them down
the prison stairs; but Bill, catching him by the arm, said—
‘ Messmate, let me introduce you to my father !'
“ ‘ Your father!' exclaimed Mary; and it would have
been hard to say which of the two was nearest fainting.
They left the prison together, old Danvers and all; and
Mary and Bill were soon spliced. They were the happiest
couple alive. He rose to be post captain; and I hope to see
him an admiral. So, gentlemen, that’s an end to my yarn.”
“But,” inquired the company, “what became of Jack
Jenkins?” “Why, I am Jack Jenkins,” answered he;
“ sailing-master, with half-pay of five and sixpence a-day,
besides two shillings as interest for prize-money—thanks
to my old friend Bilk”