But Master Sam topped the lot by a dozen gallon aisy." "Gallons! What the devil is the boy talking bout ?" "Beer, sir--beer; fust prize for top score o' beer drunk down to the 'Man-o'-War' sence fust o' November last.

He's a wunner for beer, es Maaster Sam," pursued the relentless urchin, who by this time had forgotten his tears.

"Hunderd an' nine gallons, sir, an' Bill Odgers so jallous as fire--says he'd ha' won et same as he did last time, on'y Maaster Sam's got the longer purse--offered to fight 'un, an' the wuss man to pay for both nex' time." Mr.Goodwyn-Sandys turned aside to conceal a smile.

Lawyer Pellow rubbed his chin.

The Admiral stamped.
"Take it away!" "Where be I to take it to, plaise, sir ?" "Take it away--anywhere; take it to the devil!" But worse remained for the little man.