“And all this was done simply because you made that little Portuguese diver angry this morning?” said one of the group.
“I suppose so,” replied Clif, thoughtfully; “but it does seem the fellow must have had some other reason than petty revenge and robbery. If so, it’s bound to come out some day.”
CHAPTER XXIV. THE ENGLISHMAN WITH A “HAW!”
“Haw, ye don’t mean to say the blawsted thing will fire a shot forty miles?”
“Thirty-nine miles, two hundred and fifty yards, fifty-six feet and eleven inches is the exact record, sir.”
“But, don’t ye know, that’s almost as far as it is from Lun’nun to Oxford, bah Jove!”
“Just thirteen feet, three inches further, sir.”
“Haw!”