"'I had a girl, her name was Lize,
Whisky, Johnny!
She put whisky in her pies,
Whisky for my Johnny!'"
Captain Sears hobbled, as fast as his weak legs would permit, to the door. He flung it open.
"'Whisky stole my brains away,
Whisky, Johnny!
Just one more pull and then belay,
Whisky for——'"
"Judah! Judah!"
"Eh? Aye, aye, Cap'n Sears. What is it?"
"Shut up!"
"Eh? Oh! Aye, aye, Cap'n."
He swung his former skipper to the seat of the truck-wagon. The captain spoke but little during the short trip home. What he did say, however, was to the point.
"Judah," he ordered, "the next time you sing anywhere within speakin'-trumpet distance of that Fair Harbor place, don't you dare sing anything but psalms."
"Eh? But which?"