“No, sir,” Jehoshaphat protested. “Oh no; I wouldn’t have you do that an I could help it.”
The harbor folk were congregating on Haul-Away Head and Daddy Tool’s Point. ’Twas an agreeable excitement to see John Wull in a mess—in a ludicrous predicament, which made him helpless before their eyes. They whispered, they smiled behind their hands, they chuckled inwardly.
Jehoshaphat pulled to the lee side of the pan.
“Come ’longside,” said Wull.
Jehoshaphat dawdled.
“Come ’longside, you fool!” Wull roared. “Think I can leap three fathom?”
“No, sir; oh no; no, indeed.”
“Then come ’longside.”
Jehoshaphat sighed.
“Come in here, you crazy pauper!” Wull screamed, stamping his rage. “Come in here an’ put me ashore!”