THE SERPENTINE
(Gent thinks he is rowing to the admiration of everybody)
Small Boy. "'Old 'ard, guv'n'r! And take me and my traps acrosst—will yer?"
Fiend in human shape. "Don't feel well! Try a cigar!"
Binks, who is the kindest creature possible, has undertaken to fasten up the boat and bring along the siphons. Unfortunately both sculls have gone, and his friends are out of hearing.
