“Ram Shackle, sir.”
“Is—is that your name, sir,” said the lieutenant pompously, “or are you trying to get a laugh at my expense?”
Ram stared.
“Do you hear what I say, sir?”
“Yes, but I dunno what you mean.”
“Here, my man, what’s that boy’s name?” cried the lieutenant to Jemmy Dadd in the boat.
“Ram Shackle,” said Jemmy gruffly. “Christen Rammylees!”
“And is this your cow?”
“No, sir!”
“Then, you young rascal, how dare you come and claim it,” cried the lieutenant wrathfully.