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THE IRON PIRATE.
and I recognised her as my own yacht Celsis, with Dan pacing her poop. To put to her side was the work of a moment, and I do not think that I ever gave a heartier hail than that "Ahoy, Daniel!" which then fell from my lips.
"Ahoy!" cried Dan in reply, "not as it oughtn't to be Daniel, but with no disrespect to the other gent—why, blister my foretop, if it ain't the guvnor!"
And the old fellow began to shout and to wave his arms and to throw ropes about as though he were smitten with lunacy.
