sthrayin' about cantonmints, an' now I've found him."

'"Oh!" sez the Capt'n; "fwhat's his name?" I stooped down an' pretended
to listen.

'"He sez his name's Jungi, Sorr," sez I.

'"Hould my harse," sez the Capt'n to his man, an' wid that he gets
down wid the whip an' lays into Jungi, just mad wid rage an' swearin'
like the scutt he was.

'I thought, afther a while, he wud kill the man, so I sez:--"Stop,
Sorr, or you'll, murdher him!" That dhrew all his fire on me, an' he
cursed me into Blazes, an' out again. I stud to attenshin an' saluted:--
"Sorr," sez I, "av ivry man in this wurruld had his rights, I'm thinkin'
that more than wan wud be beaten to a jelly for this night's work--that
niver came off at all, Sorr, as you see?" "Now," thinks I to myself,
"Terence Mulvaney, you've cut your own throat, for he'll sthrike, an'
you'll knock him down for the good av his sowl an' your own iverlastin'
dishgrace!"

'But the Capt'n niver said a single wurrd. He choked where he stud,
an' thin he went into his thrap widout sayin' good-night, an' I wint
back to barricks.'

'And then?' said Ortheris and I together.

'That was all,' said Mulvaney; 'niver another word did I hear av the
whole thing. All I know was that there was no e-vasion, an' that was
fwhat I wanted. Now, I put ut to you, Sorr, is ten days' C. B. a fit