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By the Lord Harry! Who would have thought it? I'm at number sixteen! Let me count, yes! surely I must have made a mistake. A fact, by Heaven!" continued Mr Appleboy, throwing the chalk down on the table. "Only one more glass, after this; that is, if I have counted right I may have seen double." "Yes," drawled Smith. "Well, never mind. Let's go on with my story.
"I wasn't going to stay off where I had a right to go," asserted the witness. "And didn't you have warning that the dog was there?" "Look here!" suddenly burst out Tunnygate. "You can't hector me into anything. Appleboy never had a dog before. He got a dog just to sic him on me! He put up a sign 'Beware of the dog, but he knew that I'd think it was just a bluff.
"Gee!" said Mr. Appleboy tensely. "What sort was it?" "A bull!" she replied. "With a big white face." "That's the kind!" he agreed excitedly. "What was its name?" "Andrew," she answered. "That's a queer name for a dog!" he commented "Still, I don't care what his name is, so long as he's the right kind of dog! Why don't you write to Aunt Eliza to-night?"
"Put your coat on, then, and come along," directed the other. "I've got a warrant for you." "Warrant?" stammered Appleboy dizzily. "What's that?" cried Bashemath, appearing at the door. "Warrant for what?" The officer slowly descended and handed Appleboy a paper. "For assault," he replied. "I guess you know what for, all right!" "We haven't assaulted anybody," protested Mrs. Appleboy heatedly.
Mr Appleboy then turned in; so did Mr Tomkins; and so did Mr Smith, who had no idea of keeping the middle watch because the cook was drunk and had filled up the kettle with salt water. As for what happened in ninety-three or ninety-four, I really would inform the reader if I knew, but I am afraid that that most curious story is never to be handed down to posterity.
"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 grey, that it is our old friend off here." "What! Old Appleboy?" "Yes, it looks like him; but the day has scarcely broke yet."
Appleboy shaved himself, dressed, and went on deck. 'Yes, said the lieutenant, rubbing his eyes again and again, and then looking through the glass, 'it is her, sure enough. Let draw the foresheet hands make sail. What vessel's the other? 'Don't know, sir she's a cutter. 'A cutter? yes; maybe a yacht, or maybe the new cutter ordered on the station. Make all sail, Mr.
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