"See? See what?"

"Oh, heavens to Betsey! I'm gettin' the croup from howlin'.
I--say--HERE--WE--BE! GET OUT!"

He accompanied the final bellow with an expressive pantomime indicating
that the passenger was expected to alight. She seemed to understand,
for she opened the door of the carriage and slowly descended. Mr. Bangs
advanced to meet her.

"How d'ye do, Mrs. Beasley!" he said. "Glad to see you all safe and
sound."

Mrs. Beasley shook his hand; hers were covered, as far as the knuckles,
by black mitts.

"How d'ye do, Cap'n Whittaker?" she said, in a shrill voice. "You pretty
smart?"

Bailey hastened to explain.

"I ain't Cap'n Whittaker," he roared. "I'm Bailey Bangs, the one that
wrote to you."

"Hey?"

Mr. Lumley and Asaph chuckled. Bailey colored and tried again.

"I ain't the cap'n," he whooped. "Here he is--here!"