“His name in full, sir? He has never been full!”
“I mean his complete name.”
“That’s it; that’s the whole of it.”
“But what is his history?”
“My dear inquisitorial friend,” said the sailor, “you are projecting yourself into our repast and retiring mastication. Speaking about names, it occurs to me that I have never been introduced to you.”
“I beg your pardon. My name is Nathan Callgaul.”
“Thanks for the information, Mr. Allgaul.”
“Callgaul, Cap’n Wiley—Callgaul!”
“Well, you may call it gaul or anything you choose, but it occurs to me that your intense curiosity in regard to us is becoming exasperatingly annoying. You had better retire and permit us to persue the even tenor eleven of our ways.”
“Oh! very well,” said Nathan Callgaul, shrugging his shoulders. “I have no desire to annoy you.”