'The whole thing is over, I tell you.

There is nothing to do here, when he knows all.

That man there with the cat knows all; can't you take it in ?' 'All what ?' asked the captain, visibly discomposed.

'Why, he received us like a perfect gentleman and treated us real handsome, until you began with your foolery--and I must say I seen men shot for less, and nobody sorry! What more do you expect anyway ?' Herrick rocked to and fro upon the sand, shaking his head.
'Guying us,' he said, 'he was guying us--only guying us; it's all we're good for.' 'There was one queer thing, to be sure,' admitted the captain, with a misgiving of the voice; 'that about the sherry.

Damned if I caught on to that.