rats that would have turned the devil out of hell and shut the door on him; and I tell you, this racket of Mr. Attwater's takes the cake. In a ship, why, there ain't nothing to it! You've got the law with you, that's what does it. But put me down on this blame' beach alone, with nothing but a whip and a mouthful of bad words, and ask me to . . . no, sir! it's not good enough! I haven't got the sand for that!' cried Davis. 'It's the law behind,' he added; 'it's the law does it, every time!'
'The beak ain't as black as he's sometimes pynted,' observed Huish, humorously.
'Well, one got the law after a fashion,' said Attwater. 'One had to be a number of things. It was sometimes rather a bore.'
'I should smile!' said Davis. 'Rather lively, I should think!'
'I dare say we mean the same thing,' said Attwater. 'However, one way or another, one got it knocked into their heads that they must work, and they did . . . until the Lord took them!'
''Ope you made 'em jump,' said Huish.
'When it was necessary, Mr. Whish, I made them jump,' said Attwater.
'You bet you did,' cried the captain. He was a good deal flushed, but not so much with
