"'I can't jess edzackly b'lieve,' sez I, 'that you're ginuwine.'
"'Ginuwine wot?' sez he.
"'Genuwine Flyin' Dutchman.'
"'Wot!' sez he. 'Waal, jess you wait a few minutes an' I'll show ye.'
"With that he jumped over the rail. I thort he were in the sea, but I seed him in his launch goin' out ahead o' us. At the same time the tow-line gave a jerk an' parted right under our fore-stay. The nex' minute them awful screams bruk out ag'in, an' then the Flyin' Dutchman's yacht came down past us at a twenty-knot gait. She were red hot all over, an' steam hissed from the sea as she passed. Her masts and spars looked to be all afire, an' on the bridge in a cloud o' smoke stood the Flyin' Dutchman hisself, smokin' a pipe o' the baccy I give him. An' he looked like he were a sheet o' white fire.
"'Ha, ha, ha, ha!' he yelled. 'Ye don't believe I'm genuwine, eh? I'll show ye!'
"An', pst! him an' the yacht an' the fire an' the steam was gone, jess like that, leaving the sea blacker'n ink. An' the nex' minute whee-oop come the gale, not out o' the southeast, but out o' the no'theast. An' it blowed us back two hundred mile, dismasted us, an' generally used us up. An' I don't want to be towed by the Flyin' Dutchman ag'in."