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Updated: June 9, 2025
"What do they look like?" said Pickersgill, who was up in a moment. "One is a yacht, and the other may be; but I rather think, as far as I can judge in the gray, that it is our old friend off here." "What! old Appleboy?" "Yes, it looks like him; but the day has scarcely broke yet."
O o oh!" he yelled in agony. "Oh!" "Come here, Andrew!" said Mr. Appleboy mildly. "Good doggy! Come here!" But Andrew paid no attention. He had firmly affixed himself to the base of Mr. Tunnygate's personality without any intention of being immediately detached. And he had selected that place, taken aim, and discharged himself with an air of confidence and skill begotten of lifelong experience.
The worst of it was that the Appleboys couldn't properly do anything about it. Tunnygate had, as Mrs. Tunnygate sneeringly pointed out, a perfect legal right to push his way through the hedge and tramp across the lawn, and she didn't propose to allow the Appleboys to gain any rights by proscription, either. Not much! Therefore, when Mr. Appleboy addressed to Mr.
'What do they look like? said Pickersgill, who was up in a moment. 'One is a yacht, and the other may be; but I rather think, as far as I can judge in the gray, that it is our old friend off here. 'What! old Appleboy? 'Yes, it looks like him; but the day has scarcely broke yet.
Secluded in their kitchen living-room the Appleboys heard a motor arrive and through a crack in the door saw it carry Mrs. Tunnygate away bedecked as for some momentous ceremonial. At four o'clock, while Appleboy was digging bait, he observed another motor making its wriggly way along the dunes.
He was boarded and taken possession of; he asserted that the extra men were only passengers; but, in the first place, they were dressed in seamen's clothes; and, in the second, as soon as the boat was aboard of her, Appleboy had gone down to his gin-toddy, and was not to be disturbed.
Mr. Appleboy almost cried with vexation. "Oh!" he ejaculated, struggling for words to express the full content of his feeling. "Gosh, but you're mean!" He hit it! Curiously enough, that was exactly the word! Tunnygate was mean and his meanness was second only to that of the fat hippopotama his wife.
Well, any wrong? Tunnygate hesitated. Why, yes, Appleboy had tried to fence in the public beach that belonged to everybody. Well, did that do the witness any harm? The witness declared that it did; compelled him to go round when he had a right to go across. Oh! Tutt put his head on one side and glanced at the jury. How many feet? About twenty feet. Then Tutt pecked a little harder.
Appleboy, but Tutt regarded this as an even break on account of the size of Tunnygate. As Tutt confidently whispered to Mrs. Appleboy, it was as rotten a jury as he could get. Mrs. Appleboy didn't understand why Tutt should want a rotten jury, but she nevertheless imbibed some vicarious confidence from this statement and squeezed Appleboy's hand encouragingly.
"Salt as Lot's wife! by all that's infamous!" cried the master's mate. "Salt water, sir!" cried Jem in a fright, expecting a salt eel for supper. "Yes, sir," replied Mr Appleboy, tossing the contents of the tumbler in the boy's face, "salt water. Very well, sir, very well!" "It warn't me, sir," replied the boy, making up a piteous look. "No, sir, but you said the cook was sober."
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