To satisfy him I filled a glass with sherry, as there was no champagne handy at the moment, and again went through the clinking process.

As my glass was large I put it down after sipping a few drops, but the old fellow objected.

Draining and inverting his glass, he held it as one might suspend a rat by the tail, and motioned me to do the same.

Luckily he soon after conceived a fondness for one of the Wright's officers, and the twain fell to drinking.

The officer, assisted by three men, went on board late at night, and was reported attempting to wash his face in a tar-bucket and dry it with a chain cable.