The latter Hatteraick eagerly seized upon and applied to his mouth; and, after a hearty draught, he exclaimed with great rapture, 'Das schmeckt! That is good, that warms the liver!' Then broke into the fragment of a High-Dutch song,-- Saufen Bier und Brantewein, Schmeissen alle die Fenstern ein; Ich bin liederlich, Du bist liederlich; Sind wir nicht liederlich Leute a?
'Well said, my hearty Captain!' cried Glossin, endeavouring to catch the tone of revelry,-- 'Gin by pailfuls, wine in rivers, Dash the window-glass to shivers! For three wild lads were we, brave boys, And three wild lads were we; Thou on the land, and I on the sand, And Jack on the gallows-tree! That's it, my bully-boy! Why, you're alive again now! And now let us talk about our business.' 'YOUR business, if you please,' said Hatteraick.

'Hagel and donner! mine was done when I got out of the bilboes.' 'Have patience, my good friend; I'll convince you our interests are just the same.' Hatteraick gave a short dry cough, and Glossin, after a pause, proceeded.
'How came you to let the boy escape ?' 'Why, fluch and blitzen! he was no charge of mine.

Lieutenant Brown gave him to his cousin that's in the Middleburgh house of Vanbeest and Vanbruggen, and told him some goose's gazette about his being taken in a skirmish with the land-sharks; he gave him for a footboy.

Me let him escape! the bastard kinchin should have walked the plank ere I troubled myself about him.' 'Well, and was he bred a foot-boy then ?' 'Nein, nein; the kinchin got about the old man's heart, and he gave him his own name, and bred him up in the office, and then sent him to India; I believe he would have packed him back here, but his nephew told him it would do up the free trade for many a day if the youngster got back to Scotland.' 'Do you think the younker knows much of his own origin now ?' 'Deyvil!' replied Hatteraick, 'how should I tell what he knows now?
But he remembered something of it long.

When he was but ten years old he persuaded another Satan's limb of an English bastard like himself to steal my lugger's khan--boat--what do you call it?
to return to his country, as he called it; fire him! Before we could overtake them they had the skiff out of channel as far as the Deurloo; the boat might have been lost.' 'I wish to Heaven she had, with him in her!' ejaculated Glossin.
'Why, I was so angry myself that, sapperment! I did give him a tip over the side; but split him! the comical little devil swam like a duck; so I made him swim astern for a mile to teach him manners, and then took him in when he was sinking.