"Wall now, Capt'n, we never heard you, an' my horn was below, an' I didn't' get it up for a minute. I was jes a going to hail you, when bang goes your guns, and I hollered out to you to know what on airth you was about."
"Her Britannic Majesty's ship, captain—"
"All right, capt'n don't waste your words on me, we'll not fight over this little affair. I'll just fix matters, and run down to Shanghay, and git your consul to foot my bill."
Having settled the matter so far, Captain Amos Pelton, who, as if in rivalry of the man-of-war captain, sported a suit of some sort of naval uniform, next asked Puffeigh "if he had seen any Rooshians," upon which the latter informed him "that he had seen two the evening before, but both had escaped."
"Ken I have a word with you in private, capt'n?" mysteriously observed the Yankee.
"Yes, sir; come below."
Having descended into the captain's cabin, Captain Pelton imbibed some of Puffeigh's brandy, then drawing his chair towards him asked in a whisper, "ef he wanted to find out the Rooshian ship which he had lost sight of last night?"
"I do; and would guarantee you a handsome reward if you give me any information."
"Wall now, capt'n, your runnin' in to me ain't jes the most friendly kind of act, but I'll leave that for our consuls, and if you don't mind acting squarely, I'll give you the ren-dez-vous of the Rooshian. Le' me see, she's called the Volganoski. I ken give you her next rendezvous ef so be you remunerate me."
Puffeigh looked at the captain for a moment; but as he appeared as serious as a judge, he thought he would trust him, so he demanded what sort of remuneration he required.