CHAPTER XXVII.
WE CHOOSE OUR COURSE Tim grinned at me, but did not appear particularly flattered at his reception.
"Not quite so fast, yung lady," he said, stuttering a bit and holding the pipe in his hand.

"I reckon I wus thar all right, just as ye say, an' thet I did yer a mighty mean turn, but I ain't such a dern ornary cuss as ye think--am I, Cap ?" "No, you are not," I hastened to explain.

"Miss Beaucaire does not understand, that is all.

We have been talking together for some time, but I had forgotten to tell her that you were one of her rescuers.
Kennedy here, merely supposed he was doing his duty, until he learned what Kirby contemplated.

Then he refused to have any hand in it and the two quarreled.