MR.

CHIPPERTON.
I took hold of the boat, and pulled the bow up on the beach.

Mr.
Chipperton looked around at me.
"Why, how do you do ?" said he.
[Illustration: "WHY, HOW DO YOU DO ?"] For an instant I could not answer him, I was so angry, and then I said: "What did you----?
How did you come to take our boat away ?" "Your boat!" he exclaimed.

"Is this your boat?
I didn't know that.

But where is my boat?
Did you see a sail-boat leave here?
It is very strange--remarkably strange! I don't know what to make of it." "I know nothing about a sail-boat," said I."If we had seen one leave here, we should have gone home in her.