"That's what we done when I sailed along o' Small Sam Small aboard the Royal Bloodhound." And repeated, the wooden leg tap-tapping meanwhile: "That's what we done aboard the Royal Bloodhound. Now, mark me! That's what we done t' Cap'n Small Sam Small."
A young roar, then:
"I'll never have it done t' me!"
And the woman again:
"Ah, hush, dear! Never mind! Ah—hush, now!"
To which there responded a defiant bawl:
"I tells you I won't have it done t' me!"
By all this, to be sure, old Bob Likely, with his ear cocked and his mouth fallen open in amazement, was deeply mystified.
"Look you, Tom!" said he, suspiciously; "what you doin' out here in the frost?"
"Who? Me?" Tom was evasive and downcast.