Over the rail appeared a blue helmet, and an instant later a big and very pompous police officer leaped to the deck.

He was followed by the wharf watchman, who looked frightened.
"Where's the other one of them ?" demanded the policeman.

"Oh, it's you, is it?
Well, you're too old to be gettin' drunk and fightin'.

Come along now, peaceable, and let's have no words about it." He advanced and laid a hand on the captain's arm.
"You're under arrest," he announced.

"Will you come along quiet ?" "I'm under arrest ?" repeated Captain Elisha.