ticket. And young Dodman on'y got 'is second's ticket a v'yge ago. There'll be no goin' back on it if the agents find the right man. By the 'Oly Frost, Jack, we'll diskiver yet if old Brogger is 'alf a bally seaman anyway."
"It's a merricle, Coriett, it's a merricle!" said Jack Eales. "I never quite property understood what books I've looked into meant by the pure hintellec'. You're clean wasted at sea, so you are. To-night we'll think it over, and to-morrow you and me will go as a committee of deputation to Lant and Gulliver if we sees no flaw in the thing."
"Take my word, there ain't no flaw in it," said Corlett.
"I'm inclined to believe you," said Eales, almost humbly. "I never thought to own up that a man on board the Enchantress was my equal, let alone my superior."
He sighed, but Corlett encouraged him.
"’Tis on'y a fluke. Jack."
"No, no," said Jack; "no, no, this is real 'ead-work. I knows it when I sees it. I'm proud to be shipmates with you, Corlett. Shake 'ands again."
They shook hands, and presently Corlett
