“‘Skipper,’ says I, ‘was ye meanin’ t’ wreck that there ship?’
“‘Not here,’ says he.
“‘Was ye meanin’ t’ do it?’ says I.”
My uncle paused.
“Go on, sir,” said I.
“Dannie,” said he, “they come, then, three big seas, as seas will; an’ I ’low”––he touched the crescent scar––“I got this here about that time.”
’Twas quite enough for me.
“‘Skipper,’ says I,” my uncle continued, “‘what did ye go an’ do it for?’
“‘I got a young one t’ St. John’s,’ says he.