"This hick'ry leg," said Cap'n Joe, "is so blamed light that it always wants to float.

Agga-Groo, the goldworker, has promised me a gold leg that will stay down, but he never has time to make it.

You're mighty lucky, Bill, to have a merman's tail instead o' legs." "I guess I am, Joe," replied Cap'n Bill, "for in such a wet country the fishes have the best of it.

But I ain't sure I'd like this sort o' thing always." "Think o' the money you'd make in a side show," said Cap'n Joe with his funny chuckling laugh.

Then he pounded his wooden leg against the hard floor and managed to hobble from the room without more accidents.
When he had gone, Trot said, "Aren't you glad to find your brother again, Cap'n Bill ?" "Why, so-so," replied the sailor.