典范英语 9
Sing for your Supper
Nick Warburton
CHAPTER 1
Red Beard
The smell of mutton pies woke Jamie up。 His no twitched before his eyes opened.
Jamie's mother was dead. His father had gone to a and not come back. He remembered the big round sails as the little galleon moved out of Plymouth harbour， but he'd forgotten what his father looked like。 For two years he’d lived on the streets and begged for his food, so he got ud to sniffing out pies。
He'd been dozing on a pile of straw beside the hor trough when the man walked by with his tray。
Pies， Jamie thought at once。 Fat warm pies。
He didn't have a coin to his name, but he jumped up and followed the man。 He was heading for The Boar’s Head。
Jamie saw him push his tray into the crowd at the door and disappear.
‘After him,' Jamie said to himlf。
He dropped to his knees and crawled through a forest of sturdy legs. Jamie could tell by a sniff that the pie man had stopped by a table in the corner. Keeping an eye open for the innkeeper， he crawled on。 The pie man had t two steaming pies on the table. He was counting a handful of coins into his pur。
His customers weren’t ordinary sailors. 每日一句英语They wore stiff ruffs and a line of fancy buttons down the front of their tunics.日本动画片 Jamie had en one of them around Plymouth before – the one with the red curly hair and the pointed beard。
He must be important, Jamie thought。 Whenever he goes there’s bustle and talk。 But he looks like a man who might share his pie with a hungry boy.
Jamie saw him push his tray into the crowd at the door and disappear．
‘After him。'Jamie said to himlf．
He dropped to his knees and crawled through a forest of sturdy legs．Jamie could tell by a sniff that the pie man had stopped by a table in the corner．Keeping an eye open for the innkeeper, he crawled on．The pie man had t two steaming pies on the table．He was counting a handful of coins into his pur．
His customers weren’t ordinary sailors．They wore stiff ruffs and a line of fancy buttons down the front of their tunics．Jamie had en one of them around Plymouth before--the one with the red curly hair and the pointed beard．
He must be important,Jamie thought. Wherever he goes there’s专八成绩查询 bustle and talk .But he looks like a man who might share his pie with a hungry boy。
‘No mutton pies after we set sai1,’ the man with the red bead was saying to his friend。 'Ship’s bi他来自美国scuits and hard chee and not much el. '
‘But may be some Spanish gold to spend when we get back， eh, Francis？' his friend said。
Francis。 So that was his name。 And Spanish gold. That meant a-fights，六级准考证打印 didn't it? Maybe they were pirates。
’Well， Master Francis，' Jamie said to himlf， 'I can't wait for your gold but I’d like to share a bit of your pie。'
And he popped up from behind the table as the redheaded man was about to eat.
'Can I sing you a song, Master Francis？' Jamie asked him. Francis blinked at him with his mouth stil1 open。
'Plea, Master，’ Jamie said。' A song for a mouthful of pie。’
The man laughed and asked him if he had a good voice。
'A wonderful voice, sir。 Sweet as the birds, I promi.’
‘If you want to earn the Price of a Pie，’ said Francis’s friend， 'you can go down to the harbour and help load our Ship。’
what ship is that， sir？’ Jamie asked.
’The Pelican。 And it’s being loaded for a voyage to…’
But before he could say another word， Francis held up a hand to stop him.
学习外语'Quiet， Wi11,' he said. 'A busy inn is not the place to talk about our plans。'
Will shut his mouth and looked英语六级发证机构 round the noisy room。 Jamie looked round, too. And sure enough— or so he thought— there was atongue是什么意思 thin man at the next table, leaning towards them as if to catch every word. For a cond Jamie's eye met his， and the man scowled.
A face to sour the milk， Jamie thought. And full of trouble, too. After two years on the streets， Jamie knew trouble when he saw it。
A shiver of fear ran up his spine. But Francis was speaking to him again.
’Come on then， lad，’ he said. 'Sing up。'fontfamily
Jamie opened his mouth to Sing, but a broad hand took hold of his neck and he felt himlf jerked to his feet。
’I’ve told you before,' boomed a voice. ’You leave my gentlemen in peace.’
It was the innkeeper. He crooked an arm round Jamie's throat and crushed him against his greasy apron.
Jamie kicked out and flailed his arms but it was no u。 The innkeeper hauled him backwards to the door and swung him out into the night。
He domain controllertwisted through the air and landed with a thud in the street. Instead of the smell of mut
ton, his no was fi1led with the stench of straw and hor dung。 It was the cond time he had been thrown out of The Boar’s Head that night。
