The Sergeant threw something on deck wet and slopping.
“Fetch a light,” he cried, “till we see what it is.”
Chapter IX.
GEORGE DECLINES A TASK.
“There!” exclaimed George. “I knew I had something at the end of my line.”
“Knew you had something?” ejaculated the Sergeant. “You knew you had something! Why, hang it, man, do you think I am going to be dragged out of my bed after a thirty miles ride because a blamed fool with the horrors or something hooks a handkerchief off the bottom of the Clarence?”
“It was more than that!” cried George, firmly. “I’ll swear I had a dead man on the hook.”
“I’ve a mind to put you on your oath about it,” said the Sergeant, tartly.
“I’d swear it in Court,” averred George.