"Shall I ask him in?"
"Certainly, certainly. He is an honest sort of man, and very German."
Jerry walked into the hall, where he encountered the gigantic form of Captain Schwartz, who, looking at him in an absent manner, mildly demanded,
"Is you Scherry Thompson?"
"Yaw, yaw, mine-ear," bawled the acting boatswain, as if hailing some one in the attic. "What you want, mine-ear? Won't you come in?"
Captain Schwartz fumbled in his coat pocket, and bringing out another card, gravely handed it to him, and exclaimed,
"I schust vants zadisfaction."
"Satisfaction?"
"Yaw; zadisfaction! I sbeaks blain, doesn't I?"
At this juncture the host came forward and invited the captain to go into the parlour, and take a drink, but the gigantic Schwartz would not move, declaring he wanted satisfaction, and not schnapps.