make your will, Dutchy."

"I did that in Pernambuco," the delightful Herr von Staden replied,
"so your advice is wasted."

He handed the skipper the book on surgery and went out, carefully
locking the door behind him. He returned presently and stood beside
the steward, who thrust his head through the state-room window and
desired to know the captain's choice of breakfast.

"A bowl of mush and milk, three soft-boiled eggs and a pot of coffee.
No toast. Hurry!"

When the steward returned with the order he was accompanied by Mr.
Schultz, the first mate. The sight of the traitor threw Mike into a
furious rage.

"Mr. Schultz," he said ominously, "the things I'm going to do to you
would make the devil blush."

"So?" Mr. Schultz replied soothingly.

"I'm going to hang von Staden. He's a pirate, and the rule of the
Seven Seas is that a skipper hangs a pirate whenever he can lay hands
on him. And you know me, Mr. Schultz. I'm a devil for etiquette aboard
ship. As for you, you're only guilty of mutiny, so I'll content myself
with tricing you up to the shrouds and flogging you with a cat soaked
in brine."

And so on, _ad libitum, ad infinitum_.