And they all wagged their sinful heads , and agreed . Less afraid of the Devil than of me -- as I saw later . ` When I brought my sweet news to Lindens , Sebastian was limewashing the kitchen-beams for Mother . He loved her like a son . ' `` Cheer up , lad , '' he says . `` God 's where He was . Only you and I chance to be pure pute asses . We 've been tricked , Hal , and more shame to me , a sailor , that I did not guess it before ! You must leave your belfry alone , forsooth , because the Devil is adrift there ; and I can not get my serpentines because John Collins can not cast them aright . Meantime Andrew Barton hawks off the Port of Rye . And why ? To take those very serpentines which poor Cabot must whistle for ; the said serpentines , I 'll wager my share of new continents , being now hid away in St Barnabas ' church-tower . Clear as the Irish coast at noonday ! '' `` They 'd sure never dare to do it , '' I said ; `` and , for another thing , selling cannon to the King 's enemies is black treason -- hanging and fine . '' ' `` It is sure , large profit . Men 'll dare any gallows for that . I have been a trader myself , '' says he . `` We must be upsides with 'em for the honour of Bristol . '' ` Then he hatched a plot , sitting on the limewash bucket . We gave out to ride o ' Tuesday to London and made a show of taking farewells of our friends -- especially of Master John Collins .
But at Wadhurst Woods we turned ; rode home to the watermeadows ; hid our horses in a willow-tot at the foot of the glebe , and , come night , stole a-tiptoe up hill to XXXXX ' church again .
Barnabas Barton Devil Hal Mother Rye farewells forsooth noonday upsides