Polynesia spluttered like an angry fire-cracker.
"This is the last straw," said she. "The one man in the world we least wanted. Shiver my timbers, what cheek!"
"Would it not be, advisable," suggested Bumpo, while the varlet is still sleepy, to strike him on the head with some heavy object and push him through a port-hole into the sea?"
"No. We'd get into trouble," said Polynesia. "We're not in Jolliginki now, you know—worse luck!—Besides, there never was a port-hole big enough to push that man through. Bring him upstairs to the Doctor."
So we led the man to the wheel where he respectfully touched his cap to the Doctor.
"Another stowaway, Sir," said Bumpo smartly.
I thought the poor Doctor would have a fit.
"Good morning, Captain," said the man. "Ben Butcher, able seaman, at your service. I knew you'd need me, so I took the liberty of stowing away—much against my conscience. But I just couldn't bear to see you poor landsmen set out on this voyage without a single real seaman to help you. You'd never have got home alive if I hadn't come—Why look at your mainsail, Sir—all loose at the throat. First gust of wind come along, and away goes your canvas overboard—Well, it's all right now I'm here. We'll soon get things in shipshape,"
