“But, sir, I insist. I desire to go much.”
“Can’t help it, sir.”
“Then what go you to do? You dare to say you shoot at me?”
“No, sir; not unless you try to run away. My orders would be to stop you, and I should fire at your legs; and it might hurt you very much. But whether it did or whether it didn’t hurt, you wouldn’t run any more to-night.”
“Sir,” said the visitor pompously, “you talk like madness. If you do not let me go down to my boat I shall report you to your officer.”
“Yes, sir; that’s what I mean you to do.”
“What do you mean?”
“He will be here by-and-by to relieve guard, and then you can say what you like, and he will take you to our Major.”
“What! Faith of a gentleman, this man is too much mad! But there, I forget myself. You like a glass of rack-ponch?”
“Yes, sir, I like it.”