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Timbertoes "Belay, my lad! This here's Nu down apprehensively at his

quivering legs) "Yes,--and I'll--"

Timbertoes "Cap'n Beverley's craft, ain't it?"

The Gentle his ruffled finery) "Mister

Beverley occipies this here res-eye-dence!"

Ti) "Mister Beverley,--oh, ah, for sure Well,

is 'e aboard?"

The Gentleman-in-Powder (with lofty sarcasm) "No, 'e ain't! Nor a

stick, nor a stock, nor yet a chair, nor a table And, wot's more,

'e ain't one to trouble about the likes o' you, neether"

Timbertoes "Belay, my lad, and listen I'm Jerry Tucker, late

Bo'sun in 'is Britannic Majesty's navy,--'Bully-Sawyer,' Seventy-four

D'ye get that? Well, now listen again According to orders I hove

anchor and bore up for London very early this ed to haul my wind and stand

off and on till I fell in with a pilot, d'ye see But, though late,

here I am all ship-shape and a-taunto, and with despatches safe and

sound Watch, now!" Hereupon the Bo'sun relazed hat, held

it to his hairy ear, shook it, nodded, and from somewhere in its

interior took out and held up three letters

"D'ye see those, htily) "I ain't blind!"

Timbertoes "Why then--you'll knohat they are, p'raps?"

The Gentlely) "Nor I ain't a fool, neether"