He didn't like it a bit; took on hawful after you were gone.--"'Ere," says I, "'old on, easy on the lush," I says.

"'Errick was right, and you know it.

Give 'im a chanst," I says.--"Uish," sezee, "don't you gimme no more of your jaw, or I'll knock your bloomin' eyes out." Well, wot can I do, 'Errick?
But I tell you, I don't 'arf like it.

It looks to me like the Sea Rynger over again.' Still Herrick was silent.
'Do you hear me speak ?' asked Huish sharply.

'You're pleasant, ain't you ?' 'Stand away from that binnacle,' said Herrick.
The clerk looked at him, long and straight and black; his figure seemed to writhe like that of a snake about to strike; then he turned on his heel, went back to the cabin and opened a bottle of champagne.