“All right, skipper,” Archie drawled. “You needn’t sing, I ’low. Billy Topsail has a sweet 227 little pipe, an’ I ’low it’ll be a good deal better to have him sing twice.”
“Eh?” Bill gasped, chagrined. “What’s that?”
“Better to have Billy sing twice,” Archie repeated indifferently.
Bill o’ Burnt Bay glared at Billy Topsail.
“Billy Topsail,” said Archie, in a way the most careless, “has the neatest little pipe on the coast.”
“I’ll have you to know,” Bill o’ Burnt Bay snorted, “that they’s many a White Bay liveyere would pay a dime t’ hear me have a tussle with ‘The Lost Pirate.’”
Archie whistled.
“Look you, Archie!” Skipper Bill demanded; “is you goin’ t’ let me sing, or isn’t you?”
“I is,” Archie laughed.
That was the end of the mutiny.