"Well said, my hearty Captain!" cried Glossin, endeavouring to catch the tone of revelry,–
"Gin by pailfuls, wine in rivers,
Dash the window-glass to shivers!
For three wild lads were we, brave boys,
And three wild lads were we;
Thou on the land, and I on the sand,
And Jack on the gallows-tree!"—
"That's it, my bully-boy! Why, you're alive again now!—And now let us talk about our business."
"Your business, if you please," said Hatteraick; "hagel and donner!—mine was done when I got out of the bilboes."
"Have patience, my good friend;—I'll convince you our interests are just the same."
Hatteraick gave a short dry cough, and Glossin after a pause proceeded.
"How came you to let the boy escape?"
"Why, fluch and blitzen! he was no charge of mine. Lieutenant Brown gave him to his cousin that's in the Middle-
