At length the organist, having exhausted his supply of breath, ceased abruptly in the middle of a bar.

With the cessation of the strain, the dancers likewise came to a full stop, swayed a moment, still embracing, and then separated and looked about the circle for applause.
"Very well danced!" said one; but it appears the compliment was not strong enough for the performers, who (forgetful of the proverb) took up the tale in person.
"Well," said Johnson.

"I mayn't be no sailor, but I can dance!" And his late partner, with an almost pathetic conviction, added, "My foot is as light as a feather." Seeing how the wind set, you may be sure I added a few words of praise before I carried Johnson alone into the passage: to whom, thus mollified, I told so much as I judged needful of our situation, and begged him, if he would not take the job himself, to find me a smart man.
"Me!" he cried.

"I couldn't no more do it than I could try to go to hell!" "I thought you were a mate ?" said I.
"So I am a mate," giggled Johnson, "and you don't catch me shipping noways else.

But I'll tell you what, I believe I can get you Arty Nares: you seen Arty; first-rate navigator and a son of a gun for style." And he proceeded to explain to me that Mr.Nares, who had the promise of a fine barque in six months, after things had quieted down, was in the meantime living very private, and would be pleased to have a change of air.
I called out Pinkerton and told him.