To lovers: dogs, in dreams their hare still course;
And old wounds ache most poignantly in dreams?”
“Still, what’s to prevent our searching the ship?” said Lycas, after he had expiated Tryphæna’s dream, “so that we will not be guilty of neglecting the revelations of Providence?” “And who were the rascals who were being shaved last night by the light of the moon?” chimed in Hesus, unexpectedly, for that was the name of the fellow who had caught us at our furtive transformation in the night. “A rotten thing to do, I swear! From what I hear, it’s unlawful for any living man aboard ship to shed hair or nails, unless the wind has kicked up a heavy sea.”
CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTH. Lycas was greatly disturbed by this information, and flew into a rage. “So someone aboard my ship cut off his hair, did he?” he bawled, “and at dead of night, too! Bring the offenders aft on deck here, and step
