“‘What does this mean, Miss Mallow?’ ses the skipper.
“‘Ask him,’ ses Miss Mallow, breathing very ’ard.
“‘Mr. Jackson,’ ses the skipper, very severe, ‘what have you been doing?’
“‘Nothing,’ roars the mate.
“‘Was that a box on the ear I ’eard?’ ses the skipper.
“‘It was,’ ses the mate, grinding his teeth.
“‘Your ear?’ ses the skipper.
“‘Yes. She’s mad, I tell you,’ ses the mate. ‘I was sitting here quite quiet and peaceable, when she came alongside me and slapped my face.’
“‘Why did you box his ear?’ ses the skipper to the girl again.
“‘Because he deserved it,’ ses Miss Mallow.