"Whaddye mean?" says Plummer, starin' puzzled.
"He's inside," says I. "You said use strategy, didn't you? Well, that's the best I had in stock. I got him boxed, all right, but he won't stay put. He insists on playin' the human turtle. What'll we do with him now? Come see."
"My word!" says Plummer, as he gets a view of the Cap'n's legs and the big whiskered face at the little window. "So there you are, eh, you runaway Hun?"
"Bah!" says the Cap'n. "Why do you call me Hun?"
"Because I've identified you as an escaped German naval officer," says Plummer. "Do you deny it?"
"Who do you claim to be, then?" says I. "A tourist Eskimo or an out-of-town buyer from Patagonia?"
"I'm Nels Petersen, that's who I am," says he, "and I'm chief engineer of a ferry-boat that's due to make her first run at five-thirty-three."
"What!" says Plummer. "Are you the Swede engineer who has been writing love letters to—— Say, what is the name of Mrs. Plummer's maid?"
"Selma," says the Cap'n.