Then we got back to the _Maggie Darling,_ with imprecations in our ears, and particularly the promises of the pock-marked rebel, who announced the certainty of our meeting again.
Of course we laughed at such threats, but I confess that, as I went down to my cabin and picked up the "manifesto," which had been forgotten in all the turmoil, I could not escape a certain thrill as I read the signature--for it was: "Henry P.Tobias, Jr.".