Old man Hasken o' the East Wind"-- Troop seemed to be talking to himself--"he tripped on a hatch an' butted the mainmast with his head--hardish.
'Baout three weeks afterwards, old man Hasken he would hev it that the "East Wind" was a commerce-destroyin' man-o'-war, an' so he declared war on Sable Island because it was Bridish, an' the shoals run aout too far.

They sewed him up in a bed-bag, his head an' feet appearin', fer the rest o' the trip, an' now he's to home in Essex playin' with little rag dolls." Harvey choked with rage, but Troop went on consolingly: "We're sorry fer you.

We're very sorry fer you--an' so young.

We won't say no more abaout the money, I guess." "'Course you won't.

You stole it." "Suit yourself.