"You're still in the mire. But I'm not done with you. I'll have you on your knees yet, Peter Carr."
As the mate rolled forward he muttered:
"He's sometimes kind of wearin', but he means well. An' he's gettin' me so tame I'll be eatin' out of his hand before long."
Arthur Valentine was hovering within earshot, and he halted the solemn-faced officer with:
"Sorry you couldn't finish that bully yarn of the Guiding Star. Anything the matter? How did you escape from the two hundred angry ladies?"
Mr. Carr beamed with animation as he hastened to reply: "Well, as I was sayin', the poor old skipper of her stuck his head on deck, an' before he could— Oh, d— Ouch, excuse me. I bit my tongue. I mean, well, I never did get down out of that riggin', and that's the end of the yarn. Can't explain. No time to talk now."
Valentine was puzzled, and laid a hand on the sleeve of the fleeing mate:
