“By Jove!” exclaimed Lawrence, as he looked at his bed.
“I was afraid you were romancing, sir,” said the officer, with proud indignation. “Take care, sir, that it does not occur again.”
The passenger was speechless.
Another day, when the steamer L’Orient was being tossed about in the most fantastic manner, sometimes taking a swift pitch forward, then curving and twisting in a way which would bring joy to the heart of a baseball pitcher, Madcap Max thought the time had come for a pleasant diversion.
A drove of pigs, with other animals, was on board, to enable the company to provide fresh meat for the passengers.
Max quietly released the pigs from their quarters, and saw them, with one accord, make for the saloon.
That was just what he wanted.
A lady was tossed off her bed to the floor, but to her horror she fell on the back of a pig, who set up such a squeaking and squealing that, although the passengers were feeling sick, they were compelled to laugh.
After a voyage of fourteen days the city of Alexandria was sighted.
“Thank goodness!” exclaimed an old Indian nabob. “I am glad I have to stay at Alexandria, for L’Orient is the worst disciplined ship I was ever in.”