"Well, we had a desperate encounter for some minutes, during which this fellow wanted to carry off the picture."
"Carry off the picture?"
"Yes; we had a struggle for that; but we could not capture him; he was so violent that he broke away and got clear off."
"With the picture?"
"No, he left the picture behind. Well, we were very tired and bruised, and we sat down to recover ourselves from our fatigue, and to consider what was best to be done; but we were some time before we could leave, and then we determined that we would take the picture away with us, as it seemed to be coveted by the robber, for what object we cannot tell."
"Well, well—where is the picture?"
"You shall hear all about it in a minute, if you'll let me take my time. I am tired and sore. Well, we brought the picture out, and Jack helped me carry it till he came within a couple of hundred yards of the cottage, and there left me."
"The lubber!" said the admiral, interjectionally.
"Well, I rested awhile, and then taking the picture on my shoulders, I proceeded along with it until I came to the wall, when suddenly I heard a great shout, and then down came something heavy upon me, just as if a man had jumped down upon me."
"And—and—"