All this time he looked, as he was, perfectly innocent, and could not for the life of him imagine what the laughter was about. Dicky’s seriousness seemed to increase the hilarity, which grew steadily as he kept on.
Through British fleets and guard boats strong
They held their dangerous way,
Till they arrived unto their port,
And then did not delay.
A tawny son of Afric’s race
Then through the ravine led,
And entering then the Overing House,
Found the general in his bed.
But to get in they had no means,