The red-headed man at his loud declaration merely glanced in the direction of the chromo and returned to his enchellados.

But he of the black mustache followed Condy's glance, noted the picture of which he spoke, and snorted contemptuously.

They even heard him mutter beneath his mustache: "BARKENTINE your eye!" "No doubt as to which is the captain now," whispered Condy so soon as the other had removed from him a glance of withering scorn.
They could hardly restrain their gayety; but their gravity promptly returned when Blix kicked Condy's foot under the table and murmured: "He's looking at his watch, the captain is.

K.D.

B.isn't here yet, and the red-headed man, the coincidence, is.