"Snake him out, boys. Snatch him out by the heels."
I began to beg, and crept out amongst them trembling. They looked me over, wondering, and the Child of Calamity says:—
"A cussed thief! Lend a hand and less heave him overboard!"
"No," says Big Bob, "less get out the paint-pot and paint him a sky blue all over from head to heel, and then heave him over!"
"Good! that's it. Go for the paint, Jimmy."
When the paint come, and Bob took the brush and was just going to begin, the others laughing and rubbing their hands, I begun to cry, and that sort of worked on Davy, and he says:—
"'Vast there! He 's nothing but a cub. I 'll paint the man that totches him!"
So I looked around on them, and some of the grumbled and growled, and Bob put down the paint, and the others did n't take it up.
"Come here to the fire, and less see what you 're up to here," says Davy. "Now set down there and give an account of yourself. How long have you been aboard here?"
"Not over a quarter of a minute, sir," says I.
"How did you get dry so quick?"
"I don't know, sir. I 'm always that way, mostly."
"Oh, you are, are you? What's your name?"
I war n't going to tell my name. I did n't know what to say, so I just says:
"Charles William Allbright, sir."
Then they roared—the whole crowd; and I was mighty glad I said that, because maybe laughing would get them in a better humor.
When they got done laughing, Davy says:—
"It won't hardly do, Charles William. You could n't have growed this much in five year, and you was a baby when you come out of the bar'l, you know, and dead at that. Come, now, tell a straight story, and nobody 'll hurt you, if you ain't up to anything wrong. What is your name?"
"Aleck Hopkins, sir. Aleck James Hopkins."
"Well, Aleck, where did you come from, here?"
"From a trading scow. She lays up the bend yonder. I was born on her. Pap has traded up and down here all his life; and he