He handed her one of several bottles the captain had given him just before he had got into his boat.
She uncorked it and placed the nozzle to her lips; then she took a good, long, hearty pull.
"There! let up!" exclaimed Pete, at last.
But it was hard to induce the old gal to take her lips from the bottle after she had once got them fastened to it.
Pete, understanding the situation, waited patiently, and when at length she stopped to breathe, drew the bottle gently away.
She resigned it with a sigh.
"Good-night, Mag. Sorry I can't leave it with you," and Pete returned to those who were modestly waiting in the other room.
[CHAPTER XXV.]
A SURPRISE PARTY.