What do you say, Mr. TUGLEY?" he went on, looking at me with a look full of corkscrews and broken glass, while his choleric face showed of a purple hue under the effort of utterance. "Well, Colonel," I replied, in an off-hand way, so as not to irritate him, "I keep my best effects here;" and, so saying, I produced my note-book, and tapped it significantly. "What, for instance, do you say to this?"
"The silly old ship," he muttered, half to himself and half to me, "is trying to make heavy weather of it; but I'll be even with her. I'll be even with her." "You'll find it a very odd thing to do," I said to him, jocosely. He sprang at me like a seahorse, and reared himself to his full height before me. "Come, Mr. TUGLEY," he continued, speaking in a low, meaning voice, "can you take a star?"