"That is true, too," said Bolton.
"Besides, is the animal like any other honest dog, fond of human society? Does he follow the cook about, and watch all his movements when he brings in the dishes to the cabin? Don't you hear him at night, when he is two or three miles from the ship, howling till he makes your flesh creep, which, by the way, isn't a very difficult matter in such a temperature. And, to crown all, have you ever seen him eat any food? He will take nothing from anybody. His cake is never touched, and unless someone feeds him secretly, I may safely say he is an animal that lives without eating. Now, you may call me a fool if you like, if that isn't peculiar enough."
"Upon my word," said Bell, the carpenter, who had listened to all Clifton's arguments, "it is not impossible you may be right."
The other sailors were silent, till Bolton changed the subject by asking where the Forward was going.
"I don't know," said Bell. "At a given moment, Shandon is to receive his final instructions."
"But how?"
"How?"
"Yes, how? that's the question," repeated Bolton.
"Come, Bell, give us an answer," urged the others.
"I don't know how," said the carpenter. "I can tell no more than you can."
"Oh! by the dog-captain, of course," exclaimed Clifton. "He has written once already; I daresay he can manage a second letter. Oh, if I but knew half that dog does, I should feel fit to be First Lord of the Admiralty."
"So, then, the short and long of it is, that you stick to your opinion, Clifton," said Bolton.
"I've told you that already."
"Well," said Pen, in a deep, hollow voice, "all I know is, if that beast don't want to die in a dog's skin, he had better be quick, and turn into a man, for I'll do for him as sure as my name is Pen."
"And what for?" said Garry.
"Because I choose," was the rude reply. "I am not bound to give an account of my doings to anyone."
"Come, boys, you have had talk enough," said Johnson, interrupting the conversation to prevent a quarrel. "Get
