At length,-- "Who are you, I should like to know ?" the old man cried in an angry twitter.
"Why in--why do you come meddling here, and carrying off boys from their lawful guardeens, and talking folderol, and raising Ned generally?
I've seen skippers before, but I never heered of no such actions as these, never in my days! Why, no one here so much as knows your name; and here you seem to own the hull village, all of a sudden.

You, John," he added, with a savage snarl, "you go about your business, and I'll see to you afterwards.

I reckon you won't go out again without leave for one while!" The child started obediently, but the strong hand held him fast.
"Quiet, Colorado," said the Skipper.

"Quiet, my son! Time enough for the work, plenty time! I desire you here now, see you." Then he turned once more to the old man.
"You have, I already say, a beautiful name, Sir Scraper," he said with cheerful interest.

"Endymion! a fine name, truly--of poetry, of moonlight and beauty; you have had great joy of that name, I cannot doubt ?" "What's my name to you, I should like to know ?" retorted Mr.Scraper, with acrimony.