“Hollo, Skipper! Off she goes, eh? But you must turn about, my boy, and let me get out.”
“HE’S A-GOING TO TAKE A TOWER.”
“Let you get out!” echoed the Skipper, and again repeating it, with what the musicians call a staccato—“Let—you—get—out!”
“Exactly so. I’m going ashore.”
“I’m rather afraid you are not, Sir,” said the Skipper, looking decidedly serious, “unless you allude to the other side!”
AN AQUATIC TRIP.
“The other side!” exclaimed the Oddity, involuntarily turning towards England. “Poo! poo! nonsense, man,—I only came to look at your accommodations. I’m not going across with you—I’m not, upon my word!”
“I must beg your pardon, Sir;” said the Captain, quite solemnly. “But it is my firm opinion that you are ‘going across.’”