"I don't give a rap what it means!" snorted Rattleton. "Don't talk to me! Let me die without torturing me! I'm sick enough without having you make me worse!"
Mr. Slush, for he was the anxious inquirer about the moon, dodged back into the cabin, closing the door hesitatingly.
Then Rattleton, unaware of the proximity of his amused friends, hung over the rail and groaned again.
Frank walked up and spoke:
"I see, my dear boy, that you are heeding the Bible admonition."
"Hey?" groaned Harry. "What is it?"
"'Cast thy bread upon the waters!' You are doing it all right, all right."
"Now, don't carry this thing too far!" Rattleton tried to say in a fierce manner, but his fierceness was laughable. "The worm will turn when trodden upon."
"But the banana peel knows a trick worth two of that. Did you ever hear that touching little poem about the man who stepped on a banana peel? Never did? Why, that is too bad! You don't know what you've missed. Listen, and you shall hear it."
Then Frank solemnly declaimed: