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It was on this ridge that the three children gathered at ten o’clock that morning. An earlier flight had been impossible on account of Wan Lee being obliged to perform his regular duty of blacking the shoes of Polly and Hickory before breakfast,–a menial act which in the pure republic of childhood was never thought inconsistent with the loftiest piratical ambition. On the ridge they met one “Patsey,” the son of a neighbor, sun-burned, broad-brimmed hatted, red-handed, like themselves. As there were afterwards some doubts expressed whether he joined the Pirates of his own free will, or was captured by them, I endeavor to give the colloquy exactly as it occurred:–

Patsey: “Hallo, fellers.”

The Pirates: “Hello!”

Patsey: “Goin’ to hunt bars? Dad seed a lot o’ tracks at sun-up.”

The Pirates (hesitating): “No–o–“

Patsey: “I am; know where I kin get a six-shooter?”

The Pirates (almost ready to abandon piracy for bear-hunting, but preserving their dignity): “Can’t! We’ve runn’d away for real pirates.”

Patsey: “Not for good!”

The Queen (interposing with sad dignity and real tears in her round blue eyes): “Yes!” (slowly and shaking her head). “Can’t go back again. Never! Never! Never! The–the–eye is cast!”

Patsey (bursting with excitement): “No-o! Sho’o! Wanter know.”

The Pirates (a little frightened themselves, but tremulous with gratified vanity): “The Perleese is on our track!”

Patsey: “Lemme go with yer!”

Hickory: “Wot’ll yer giv?”

Patsey: “Pistol and er bananer.”

Hickory (with judicious prudence): “Let’s see ’em.”

Patsey was off like a shot; his bare little red feet trembling under him. In a few minutes he returned with an old-fashioned revolver known as one of “Allen’s pepper-boxes” and a large banana. He was at once enrolled, and the banana eaten.

As yet they had resolved on no definite nefarious plan. Hickory, looking down at Patsey’s bare feet, instantly took off his own shoes. This bold act sent a thrill through his companions. Wan Lee took off his cloth leggings, Polly removed her shoes and stockings, but, with royal foresight, tied them up in her handkerchief. The last link between them and civilization was broken.

“Let’s go to the Slumgullion.”

“Slumgullion” was the name given by the miners to a certain soft, half-liquid mud, formed of the water and finely powdered earth that was carried off by the sluice-boxes during gold-washing, and eventually collected in a broad pool or lagoon before the outlet. There was a pool of this kind a quarter of a mile away, where there were “diggings” worked by Patsey’s father, and thither they proceeded along the ridge in single file. When it was reached they solemnly began to wade in its viscid paint-like shallows. Possibly its unctuousness was pleasant to the touch; possibly there was a fascination in the fact that their parents had forbidden them to go near it, but probably the principal object of this performance was to produce a thick coating of mud on the feet and ankles, which, when dried in the sun, was supposed to harden the skin and render their shoes superfluous. It was also felt to be the first real step towards independence; they looked down at their ensanguined extremities and recognized the impossibility of their ever again crossing (unwashed) the family threshold.

Then they again hesitated. There was a manifest need of some well-defined piratical purpose. The last act was reckless and irretrievable, but it was vague. They gazed at each other. There was a stolid look of resigned and superior tolerance in Wan Lee’s eyes.

Polly’s glance wandered down the side of the slope to the distant little tunnels or openings made by the miners who were at work in the bowels of the mountain. “I’d like to go into one of them funny holes,” she said to herself, half aloud.

Wan Lee suddenly began to blink his eyes with unwonted excitement. “Catchee tunnel–heap gold,” he said quickly. “When manee come outside to catchee dinner–Pilats go inside catchee tunnel! Shabbee! Pilats catchee gold allee samee Melican man!”

“And take perseshiun,” said Hickory.

“And hoist the Pirate flag,” said Patsey.