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Faith, that sittled the matther, the little beggar turnin' as pale as a codfish and goin' below at onst, lookin' very dejecthed an' crestfallin. He nivver s'id another word afther that to me as long as he remained aboard, nor did Madame trouble me very much more wid her attenshions.
"By jingo!" cried the skipper, "you're the right man in the right place!" "Faith, that's what the gaolor s'id to the burghlor, sor, when he fixed him up noicely on the treadmill!" The skipper laughed. "Well, you fix up your job all right, and you'll be as good as your friend the gaoler," he said. "When we have the helm all alaunto again, we can bear up on our course and jog along comfortably.
The name he mentioned at once made Mick cock his ear. "Grand Canary," repeated my chum after the signalman, with a puzzled look on his face. "Ain't thet the place, Tom, whare thim yaller burds yer sisther Jenny has, sure, at home comes from? She s'id they wor canaries, Oi'd take me davy!" "Of course, they are, Mick," said I, in reply to this.
Thanking the lieutenant, we left the wardroom, as may be supposed, decorously enough; but we had no sooner got out on the dock without than Mick executed a wild caper, which made the sentry grin. "Bedad, Tom," he said, loud enough for the marine to hear, "me fayther allers s'id Oi'd be a man afore me moother; an', faith, Oi'm thet now, plaize the pigs!"
"Yes, sor. The bo'sun hove the log ivery half hour till the engines stopped, an' he made out we were going sixteen knots an' more, bedad, so he s'id, whin we were running before the wind with full shtame on." "That was very likely, O'Neil," replied the skipper, "but, after that, we altered course again, you know!" "In course we did, sor, an' you'll say it marked roight down there on that line!
"Faith, the divil doubt ye, sor," said Macan in reply to this, breaking into a broad grin as he set to work methodically to put the doctor's cabin straight again, while I turned to go below to my proper quarters, with the intention of making myself smart for the forthcoming feast. "Musha, I wudn't loike to be the dish foreninst ye, sor, if ye can ate a hoss, as ye s'id jist now!"
"Me fayther s'id, faith, as how the Donovans wor kings ov Cark at one toime, Tom!" "Why," I rejoined, giving him a twister, "you told the `Jaunty' when you came aboard the Saint Vincent that time to join, that your father was an `Oitalian!" "Stow thet, Tom," said he with a grin, digging me in the ribs, much to the amusement of one of the Irish girls who was near us, at whom Mick winked.
"He seems to have gone off awfully sudden at the last. I thought you said he was getting on well when you went down to see him awhile ago?" "Bedad, I did that, sir; father's no denyin' it," answered the Irishman, off-hand. "But I niver s'id he'd git over it, cap'en.
I rejoined ruefully, for I knew there wouldn't be much left if the gunroom fellows had cleared out. "What did Doctor Nettleby say was the matter with me, eh?" "He s'id ye wor a comet, sor." "A comet?" I repeated, laughing. "You're making a mistake, corporal." "The divil a ha'porth, sor. He called ye that same." "Nonsense, man!" I said.
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