"'Waal,' sez I to he, sez I, 'ef you be the Flyin' Dutchman, you'd better go back to wherever you come from, an' let us get wracked in peace. We ain't in no humor to be laffed at,' sez I to he, sez I, jess like that.
"'W'y,' sez he, 'ye might jess as well laff as cry, 'cos w'y, arter ye're all dead ye can't do nothin'.'
"'Waal,' sez I, gittin' putty mad, 'there's one thing I can do afore I goes to Davy Jones's locker; I can throw you overboard.'
"I made a move toward him, an' he jumped back an' pulled a whistle out o' his pocket an' blowed it. The nex' second the air jess shook with them awful screams ag'in, an' the yacht blazed up in streaks o' fire. I stopped like I were shot.
"'Good show, ain't it?' sez he. 'There ain't nothin' like it a-scourin' the high seas.'
"With that he dances aroun' on one leg an' laffs ag'in like a crazy hyena.
"'Look here,' sez I to he, sez I, 'I don't see wot business you got with a steam-yacht, anyhow.'
"'W'y,' sez he to me, sez he, 'you made one kick about that already. Wot d'ye s'pose? D'ye think I'm goin' to be behind the times? 'Ain't I got as good a right to have all the modern improvements as any other man afloat?'
"'But the last time I seed you,' sez I, 'were about ten year ago, an' you had a old-fashioned sailin'-vessel then.'
"'An' wot good were she?' sez he, speakin' kind o' mad like. 'I couldn't git to wind'ard in her in any sort o' weather at all.'