"I ran away as a sailor before the mast." "Pardon me," interrupted Kent, "I am not used to sea terms.

Why didn't you run _behind_ the mast ?" "Hear me out," said Kelly, "I am nearly done.

We sailed for the East Indies--for Java.

There a Malay pirate bit off my leg.

I returned home, bitter, disillusioned, the mere wreck that you see.