"Hev I brung you up, Master Futtocks, to doubt me?" asked the old man, his twinkling eyes belying the resentment in his voice.
"I am not doubting you, Jack. I'm just asking you a question."
"Wall, wall, I'll tell ye wot to do. The next time you see Commodore Rattlin you jest ask him wot was done with them feemale slaves we captured in the Stamico w'en we was together in the old Grampus in the Med't'ranean in 1803."
"But, Jack——"
"Eight bells, sir," said the old man, rising as the four couplets proclaimed the hour. "All the starboard watch!" he cried, shrilling his pipe as a sign that the play-time was over.
THE DISEMBODIED SPIRIT
THE STORY OF A WANDERING SENSATION
"I loaf and invite thee, my soul,
Leave thy fetters of flesh and be free;