"O, no, father!" cried the daughter; "let us go on board."
"Something to take, Mollie, and you shall—hic—you shall have some—hic—some soda water."
"I don't want any, father. Do come on board."
"You are a good girl, Mollie, and you shall—hic—you shall have some cake."
"Not to-night, father. We will get it in the morning," pleaded poor Mollie, trembling with apprehension for the consequences which must follow another glass of liquor.
"Come, Captain McClintock, let's go on board," said Noddy.
"Who are you?" demanded the inebriated man.
"I'm the best fellow out; and I want to see your vessel."
"You shall see her, my boy. If you are—hic—the best fellow out, come and take something with me," stammered the captain.
"Let's see the vessel first," replied Noddy, tugging away at the arm of the drunken man.