"In borrowed of all." The boat was laid alongside--the relentless Gascoigne caught up his boat-cloak as the other officers rose to go on board, and rolling it up, in spite of the earnest entreaties of Mr Biggs, tossed it into the main chains, to the man who had thrown the stem fast; and to make the situation of Mr Biggs still more deplorable, the first lieutenant was standing looking into the boat, and Captain Wilson walking the quarter-deck.
"Come, Mr Biggs, I expected you off in the first boat," cried Mr Sawbridge; "be as smart as you please, for the yards are not yet squared." "Shall I go ahead in this boat, and square them, sir ?" "That boat! no; let her drop astern, jump up here and lower down the dinghy.

What the devil do you sit there for, Mr Biggs ?--you'll oblige me by showing a little more activity, or, by Jove, you may save yourself the trouble of asking to go on shore again.

Are you sober, sir ?" The last observation decided Mr Biggs.

He sprung up from the boat just as he was, and touched his hat as he passed the first lieutenant.
"Perfectly sober, sir, but I've lost my trousers." "So it appears, sir," replied Mr Sawbridge, as Mr Biggs stood on the plane shear of the sloop where the hammock netting divides for an entrance, with his shirt tails fluttering in the sea breeze; but Mr Sawbridge could not contain himself any longer; he ran down the ship ladder which led on the quarter-deck, choked with laughter.

Mr Biggs could not descend until after Mr Sawbridge, and the conversation had attracted the notice of all, and every eye in the ship was on him.
"What's all this ?" said Captain Wilson, coming to the gangway.