"That is a dog," protested Laybold.
"What of it? Isn't it afin que? Well, those are strange people," continued Scott, shaking his head.
"What's the matter with them?"
"Matter? Did you oversee the 'finny tribe' walking about on shore before?"
"You are a monster, Scott," laughed Jones.
"Yes, a sea-monster; and if I were monarch of all I surveyed, I should have plenty of Finns. Do you suppose those women have any nephews and nieces?" asked Scott, still gazing at the group of men, women, and children, who had gathered on the beach to see the squadron.
"Of course they have."
"Then we must go on shore and be introduced to them."
"But we can't speak Finnish."
"In that case we shall be obliged to finish speaking."