But I held in.

I used to have fine inspirations of prudence in those days.
Mr.Bixby made for the shore and soon was scraping it, just the same as if it had been daylight.

And not only that, but singing-- 'Father in heaven, the day is declining,' etc.
It seemed to me that I had put my life in the keeping of a peculiarly reckless outcast.

Presently he turned on me and said:-- 'What's the name of the first point above New Orleans ?' I was gratified to be able to answer promptly, and I did.

I said I didn't know.
'Don't KNOW ?' This manner jolted me.