O. P.: "Your grandmother! I won't be rushed. I can swim better than you, and dive like a fish-hawk. So don't let us quarrel. In spring, you know, a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. I've got an appointment on shore here. Ta, ta! Be as good's ye can."
Vike: "But I say, Old Pen--"
Old Pen had dived and was out of sight, and so Vike swam sadly back to the ship once more.
Just a few hours, however, before the anchor was got up, and while the crew were busy shaking out the sails before departing for the far west, something between a squawk and a squeal was heard alongside, and, sure enough, there was Old Pen come back again.
He was assisted on board, and shook himself as unconcernedly as if nothing unusual had happened.
But Viking's delight knew no bounds, nor did that of little Johnnie Shingles. The former went tearing round and round the deck, like a hairy hurricane.
"If I don't allay my feelings thus," cried Vike, "I shall go clean off my chump."
Now it happened that Frank was on deck with his fiddle, ready to play to the men as they got up the anchor.
But, seeing how matters stood, he instantly struck up a lively schottische.
"Squawk--s--squaw--awk!" cried Old Pen, waving his flippers.