"No; I think not. Please to ask him for mutton chops, boiled eggs, and fried potatoes," replied Scott.
"Suppose you ask him yourself," laughed the commodore.
"I don't speak any Russian. I'm afraid to learn it; think it would knock my teeth out."
"What will you have, Billy?" added Lincoln.
"The same that you do."
"I don't see that I can get anything else. Where is Mr. Blownynozeoff?" continued Scott.
"Who is he?"
"Why, the Russian that rode with us."
This gentleman now appeared with the doctor, whom he had been assisting to procure tickets for the steamer, and he was kind enough to order breakfast for the whole party. It was good, and well served, with nothing peculiar about it, except that the butter was in glass jars, the inside of metal, and very dirty and cheesy. There were plenty of droskies at the door, and three of them were taken for the ride to the steamer.
"Go ahead, Switchemoff," said Scott, as he seated himself with Billy Bobstay.