"Well, and 'oo wants Him to?" returned Huish, shrill with fury. "You were damned years ago for the Sea Rynger, and said so yourself. Well then, be damned for something else, and 'old your tongue." The captain looked at him mistily. "No," he pleaded, "no, old man! don't do it." "'Ere now," said Huish, "I'll give you my ultimytum.

Of a sudden he rose; he seemed all abroad. 'No! he cried. 'No! it can't be! It's too much; it's damnation. God would never forgive it. 'Well, and 'oo wants Him to? returned Huish, shrill with fury. 'You were damned years ago for the Sea Rynger, and said so yourself. Well then, be damned for something else, and 'old your tongue. The captain looked at him mistily.

"'Errick was right, and you know it. Give 'im a chanst," I says. "Uish," sezee, "don't you gimme no more of your jaw, or I'll knock your bloomin' eyes out." Well, wot can I do, 'Errick? But I tell you, I don't 'arf like it. It looks to me like the Sea Rynger over again. Still Herrick was silent. 'Do you hear me speak? asked Huish sharply. 'You're pleasant, ain't you?

''Errick was right and you know it. Give 'im a chanst, I says. 'Uish, sezee, 'don't you gimme no more of your jaw, or I'll knock your bloomin' eyes out. Well, wot can I do, 'Errick? But I tell you, I don't 'arf like it. It looks to me like the Sea Rynger over again." Still Herrick was silent. "Do you 'ear me speak?" asked Huish sharply. "You're pleasant, ain't you?"