"Stop your yarn!" said the sailor.
Pate heeded him not.
"Shiver my timbers!" shouted the old tar, fiercely, "if I don't plug up your dead-lights!" And he seized Pate by the collar and thrust his huge fist under his nose.
"Murder!" cried Pate.
"Murder, and bloody murder, it will be, if you don't stop spinning your yarn," said the sailor.
"Who are you? who are you?" cried Pate.
"Belong to the ship Fredonia," said the tar.
"Did you kill a buzzard?" said Pate.
"No; I got drunk. They'll let me out in the morning. I've been here before."
"Will you get out? I'll have to stay here all my life."