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"Avast there!" said this personage in deep, albeit jovial tones, "ease away there, my lad, stand by and let old Timbertoes come aboard!" But the Gentleman-in-Powder was not to be cajoled. He sniffed. "The hother door, me good feller!" he repeated, relentless but dignified, "and ring only, if you pl "

"With a ho, my hearties, and a merrily heave O!" "I I'll give you in c-charge! I'll " "Cheerily! Cheerily! heave yo ho!" "I never see nothing like this here! I'll " "With a heave and a ho, and up she rises O!" "Oh, very good, I'll give you in charge for this, you you feller! Look at me coat! I'll send for a constable. I'll " Timbertoes. "Belay, my lad! This here's Number Five, ain't it?"

"Yes, and I'll " Timbertoes. "Cap'n Beverley's craft, ain't it?" "Mister Beverley occipies this here res-eye-dence!" "Mister Beverley, oh, ah, for sure. Well, is 'e aboard?" "No, 'e ain't! Nor a stick, nor a stock, nor yet a chair, nor a table. And, wot's more, 'e ain't one to trouble about the likes o' you, neether." Timbertoes. "Belay, my lad, and listen.

But, though late, here I am all ship-shape and a-taunto, and with despatches safe and sound. Watch, now!" Hereupon the Bo'sun removed the glazed hat, held it to his hairy ear, shook it, nodded, and from somewhere in its interior took out and held up three letters. "D'ye see those, my lad?" he inquired. "I ain't blind!" Timbertoes. "Why then you'll know what they are, p'raps?"

"Nor I ain't a fool, neether." "Ain't you, though?" "No, I ain't. I've got all my faculties about me." "Ah! but where do you stow 'em away?" "And wot's more, I've got my proper amount o' limbs too!" Timbertoes. "Limbs? If it's legs you're meaning, I should say as you'd got more nor your fair share, you're all legs, you are!

The word was frozen upon his horrified lip, for Timbertoes had actually set his blue-clad shoulder to the door, and now, bending his brawny back, positively began to heave at it with might and main, cheering and encouraging himself meanwhile with sundry nautical "yo ho's." And all this in broad daylight! In St. James's Square! "Wot's this? Stop it! Get out now, d'ye hear!"