timid mouse, for he knew that the humiliation of his master would be passed on, scuttled out of a lurking-place and endeavored to leave the room. He failed to pass the scope of his master's vision. His master called upon him to stop, and proceeded to give him a tremendous broadside of orders, in the ringing voice of an admiral directing captains in fight.
"Pat à pouff!" said Jack. Beauling turned to Jack.
"Dear old man," he said, in a choking voice, "you're going to get well, and—and you stand for that—and—and—"
"Beauling!" cried Jack.
