The Pirate Woman by A E Dingle Chapter 4 Page 3

proper gal is that. Give her a huzza and crack yer pipes, lads!”

“Bravo, Hanglip!” bellowed another of the same kidney. Spotted Dog had lost part of an ear, and the same knife had seamed his flabby jowl into the likeness of a bloodhound’s cheek; his deeply-pitted visage completed the ensemble, and no other name would have fitted him as well. “Bravo, old cutthroat! Let her play queens an’ fairies, if she wants to. Here’s for th’ jolly grog, lads. Hey, Stumpy, start a cheer for th’ pretty wench!”

So had the spell of the Grove left them immediately they smelled the fleshpots. But Dolores still held the altar; and Stumpy, having a keener memory perhaps than most of his fellows, took the warning that flashed from her angry eyes.