"I remember well, in the days of old,
How a sailor lad named Bill
Fell overboard near the Hole in the Wall,
A dolphin's maw to fill.
"Oh, it's there one night, a terrible sight,
Did happen——"
"Ahoy there!" yelled Dick. "Who are you, and where are you going?" for it needed but a moment's harkening to the second part of the song to demonstrate that it issued from the mouth of some burly follower of the sea and not from the salty lips of some fish-maiden.
"Who are you?" back came the challenge from the swirling fog.
"The yacht Albatross, bound for Havana," answered Dick. "Who are you?"