RANKIN. Yes. Well?

DRINKWATER (feebly). Kepn of the schooner Thenksgivin, gavner.

RANKIN (searchingly). Have ye ever haird of a bad character in
these seas called Black Paquito?

DRINKWATER (with a sudden radiance of complete enlightenment).
Aoh, nar aw tikes yer wiv me, yr honor. Nah sammun es bin a
teolln you thet Kepn Brarsbahnd an Bleck Pakeetow is
hawdentically the sime pussn. Ynt thet sow?

RANKIN. That is so. (Drinkwater slaps his knee triumphantly. The
missionary proceeds determinedly) And the someone was a verra
honest, straightforward man, as far as I could judge.

DRINKWATER (embracing the implication). Course a wors, gavner: Ev
aw said a word agin him? Ev aw nah?

RANKIN. But is Captain Brassbound Black Paquito then?

DRINKWATER. Waw, it's the nime is blessed mather give im at er
knee, bless is little awt! Ther ynt naow awm in it. She ware a
Wust Hinjin--howver there agin, yer see (pointing seaward)--
leastwaws, naow she worn't: she were a Brazilian, aw think; an
Pakeetow's Brazilian for a bloomin little perrit--awskin yr pawdn
for the word. (Sentimentally) Lawk as a Hinglish lidy mawt call
er little boy Birdie.