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And sure enough the gate was caught by the roots and swung in under the branches. The water was more quiet here than out in the stream and it made a fine harbor for the ship. For, you see, after all, it was not a gate but a ship!

But they must make sure of their prize. So Jehosophat ran to the barn and fetched some rope. With this he made the ship fast to the trunk of the tree, that is, to the wharf in Walnut Harbour.

But there was more work to be done, for the ship had been damaged by the storm.

“You stand watch an’ keep off all pirates,” ordered Jehosophat. “I’ll be back in three shakes of a lamb’s tail.”

It was rather a scary thing to stand guard all alone with pirates around, but Marmaduke stuck by the ship and Jehosophat went on his errand.

As he entered the door, the Toyman hid something, quite hurriedly, under a sack. Now that was very mysterious, but the messenger only said to himself, “Guess he’s making something for my birthday,” then asked aloud,–

“Please, may I have some boards and some nails?”

“To be sure, Mr. Ship’s Carpenter.”

It was fine to be called that, though Jehosophat wondered how the Toyman knew what he was, when they hadn’t told a soul. But then the Toyman knew most everything, all their plans as soon as made.

It didn’t take long to mend that ship. Soon the boards were nailed across and the deck was ready for the crew.

“All aboard!” shouted Jehosophat, and then even more loudly,–

“All ashore that’s goin’ ashore!”

Having said this very splendidly, he turned to his brother.

“I’m Captain Kidd,” he told him.

“And what’s me?” shouted back Marmaduke excitedly, and excitement is always bad for grammar.

“Oh, you! You’re my slave,” his brother informed him–in a very grand manner.

This didn’t seem to suit Marmaduke, and he tried hard to remember a name Reddy Toms had told him, out of a book of Reddy’s, all about pirates and things. But he couldn’t think of it at all.

Just then a voice shouted,–

“What ho, Dick Deadeye!”

It was the Toyman, who had been standing in the doorway watching them.

“Dick Deadeye–whew!” Marmaduke rolled the name under his tongue like something that tasted very nice. He was completely satisfied now.

Then something still nicer happened, for, when their backs were turned, something whistled through the air and fell at their feet. Real swords! One for each of them! Now we said they were real swords, and they were, though they were made of wood. They could do a lot of damage. The pirates would find that out soon enough. And there was a flag, too, with bones and a skull on it, just as Jehosophat had said.

“Why, it’s the Jolly Roger,” he told his brother, “that’s what they call this flag.”

But where did they come from? Marmaduke sort of suspected the Toyman, but he had disappeared, and Jehosophat said,–

“They must have dropped from Heaven an’ were sent us to ‘venge the people the pirates have killed. It’s a sign. Guess we’re not pirates after all, but just good sailors an’ we’ll scrunch those pirates.”

Then he thought for a moment.

“But I guess we’ll keep this flag anyway, even if it is the pirates’.”

And they kept their names as well. They were far too fine to give up.

But just as they were about to go aboard, the Toyman came to the shore.

“What ho!” he said, then again, “what ho!”

That sounded exciting–not like a game at all, but like real life! And he was “saying some more,”–

“Avast, me hearties, what’s in the wind?”

This last was a very odd question, for whatever could be in the wind, when you can see right through it and it can’t hold anything at all. Strange talk it was, to be sure, and the neighbors would never have understood it. Still, folks never understood the Toyman and his language anyway, but they did, and Marmaduke called,–“Come ‘n, Toyman,” when Captain Kidd corrected him.