'This is very lucky, sir,' said the mate, smiling.
'It's devilish irregular too,' replied the skipper, as he rubbed his chin. 'Are you sure you knew nothing of it, Mr. Semple?'
'Me, sir? Why, I'd look on it as mutiny,' said Semple, 'rank mutiny!'
'It was Mrs. Ryder's notion, Semple.'
'You don't say so, sir! She's a woman to be proud of.'
'So she is,' replied Ryder, 'so she is.'
He went back to his wife.
'You'll win the hundred pounds now, Will?'
'I believe I shall,' said Ryder.
'And I'll spend it,' cried his wife, coming to him and kissing him.