“I only said that you were on board of the Goldwing; and the question now is, what shall I do with you, for I see the steam-launch is headed this way. I should judge from his actions that the man at the wheel of her wants to see you.”
“He does want to see me! I am the victim of a conspiracy!” exclaimed Mr. Millweed in tragic tones, as he sprang to his feet.
“The victim of a conspiracy? Is that what you call the sinking of a sloop?”
“I feel that the brave and noble Dory Dornwood will be my friend, and"—
“Clap a stopper on your jaw-tackle!” interposed
the skipper of the Goldwing, borrowing an expression his uncle had quoted in his presence. “If you mean to blarney me, I shall be your enemy; and I will put you ashore on Diamond Island, without benefit of clergy.”
“Excuse me: I did not mean to offend you, Mr. Dornwood,”—
“Avast heaving! Don’t ‘mister’ me. Call me Dory; but don’t call me too late for dinner,” laughed the skipper.
“Since I know who you are, I shall tell you my story, and explain how I happened to be sailing the sloop, and”—
“I know how you were sailing her, and you sailed her to the bottom. Tell me the rest of it.”