“Well, scrunch me! if this arn’t pleasant in the extreme,” said the individual addressed as Billbo; who, by the vacuity of his gaze, and the unsteadiness of his body, was evidently far gone towards complete intoxication. “I’m as happy as if I was a cap’ain. I’m happier nor any body. I’m happier nor any body, afloat or ashore.”
“You arn’t more happier nor me!” shouted a big-headed fellow fiercely, from the other end of the table, as he attempted to get upon his legs.
“I’m happier nor any body,” repeated the man with the squint.
“I don’t allow nobody to be more happier nor me,” cried the other, as he, after repeated efforts, attained the perpendicular.
“I’m happier nor any body,” doggedly repeated Billbo.
“Then I’m spiflicated if I don’t give you toko, ’cause you arn’t no business to be more happier nor me,” rejoined his associate, attempting to draw his cutlass.
“Silence, Loggerhead!” shouted Scrumpydike, in a voice of thunder that made the captain’s clerk start from his seat with affright. “No squabbling, or you’ll get a broadside from one as arn’t fond o’ trifling.”
“He says he’s more happier nor me,” exclaimed Loggerhead, in a most lachrymose tone of voice.
“I’m happier nor any body,” repeated the pertinacious Billbo, his eyes squinting defiance upon his jealous antagonist.
“Silence, Billbo!” shouted Scrumpydike, “or I’ll rake ye fore and aft.”