But they 're sold to a Scotch pirate by your old friend -- '' ' `` Where 's your proof ? '' says Sir John , stroking his beard . ' `` I broke my shins over them not an hour since , and I heard John give order where they were to be taken , '' says Sebastian . ' `` Words ! Words only , '' says Sir John . `` Master Collins is somewhat of a liar at best . '' ` He carried it so gravely that , for the moment , I thought he was dipped in this secret traffick too , and that there was not an honest ironmaster in Sussex . ' `` Name o ' Reason ! '' says Sebastian , and raps with his cow-tail on the table , `` whose guns are they , then ? '' ' `` Yours , manifestly , '' says Sir John . `` You come with the King 's Order for 'em , and Master Collins casts them in his foundry . If he chooses to bring them up from Nether Forge and lay 'em out in the church-tower , why , they are e ` en so much the nearer to the main road and you are saved a day 's hauling . What a coil to make of a mere act of neighbourly kindness , lad ! '' ' `` I fear I have requited him very scurvily , '' says Sebastian , looking at his knuckles . `` But what of the demi-cannon ? I could do with 'em well , but they are not in the King 's Order . '' ' `` Kindness -- loving-kindness , '' says Sir John . `` Questionless , in his zeal for the King and his love for you , John adds those two cannon as a gift . 'T is plain as this coming daylight , ye stockfish ! '' ' `` So it is , '' says Sebastian .
`` Oh , Sir XXXXX , Sir John , why did you never use the sea ?
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