"Mein Gott! yes," replied the corporal; "we will have a pretty story to tell de admiral."
"Well, they've rid us of him at all events; I only hope they'll hang him."
"Mein Gott! yes."
"He'll have his desarts," replied Coble.
"Got for tam! I like to see him swing."
"Now he's gone, let's send his dog after him. Hurrah, my lads! get a rope up on the yard, and let us hang Snarleyyow."
"Mein Gott! I'll go fetch him," cried the corporal.
"You will--will you?" roared a voice.
The corporal turned round, so did the others, and there, with his drawn sword, stood Mr Vanslyperken.
"You d----d mutinous scoundrel," cried Vanslyperken, "touch my dog, if you dare."