"True?" says the skipper. "Sure, 'tis true! Who doubts it?"
"Not me," says Anthony.
"Ye hadn't better!" says the skipper.
"You bet ye 'tis true!" says I. "I've heared that selfsame tale many a time afore."
"Sammy, my son," says the skipper, "who is your father anyhow?"
The lad fair glowed with pride, as it seemed t' me then. Up went his head—out went his wee chest; an' his eyes went wide an' shinin', an' he smiled, an' the blood o' pride flushed his cheeks red.
"I'm John Scull's son!" says he.
Anthony Lot throwed back his head an' shot a laugh through his musty beard.
"Now," says he, "d'ye think it comical?"
Skipper Harry shook his head.