the theory."

"He couldn't discover anything," put in Pinzon. "He never did."

"Well, I like that!" retorted Columbus. "I'd like to know who discovered
America."

"So should I," observed Leif Ericson, with a wink at Vespucci.

"Tut!" retorted Columbus. "I did it, and the world knows it, whether you
claim it or not."

"Yes, just as Noah discovered Ararat," replied Pinzon. "You sat upon the
deck until we ran plumb into an island, after floating about for three
months, and then you couldn't tell it from a continent, even when you had
it right before your eyes. Noah might just as well have told his family
that he discovered a roof garden as for you to go back to Spain telling
'em all that San Salvador was the United States."

"Well, I don't care," said Columbus, with a short laugh. "I'm the one they
celebrate, so what's the odds? I'd rather stay down here in the
smoking-room enjoying a small game, anyhow, than climb up that mast and
strain my eyes for ten or a dozen hours looking for evidence to prove or
disprove the correctness of another man's theory. I wouldn't know evidence
when I saw it, anyhow. Send Judge Blackstone."

"I draw the line at the mizzentop," observed Blackstone. "The dignity of
the bench must and shall be preserved, and I'll never consent to climb up
that rigging, getting pitch and paint on my ermine, no matter who asks me
to go."