Ph'n'as Bub--blunt, commander of the Mal-Mal- Malabar.

Wors' 'sh good talkin' ?" Sarah allowed a laugh to escape her, and artfully protruded an ankle at the same time.

The amorous Phineas lurched over, and made shift to take her hand.
"You lovsh me, and I--hic--lovsh you, Sarah.

And a preshus tight little craft you--hic--are.

Giv'sh--kiss, Sarah." Sarah got up and went to the door.
"Wotsh this?
Goin'! Sarah, don't go," and he staggered up; and with the grog swaying fearfully in one hand, made at her.
The ship's bell struck the half-hour.