You
ought to know that."

"Ho, can't he," said the other, discomfited. "You know too much for a
young-un. Well, put a bit o' line round 'im then."

"We can't wait for a line," said Tommy, who was standing on tip-toe to
tie the skipper's bonnet on. "Now tie the scarf over his chin to
hide his beard, and put this veil on. It's a good job he ain't got a
moustache."

The other complied, and then fell back a pace or two to gaze at his
handiwork. "Strewth, though I sees it as shouldn't, you look a treat!"
he remarked complacently. "Now, young-un, take 'old of his arm. Go up
the back streets, and if you see anybody looking at you, call 'im Mar."

The two set off, after the man, who was a born realist, had tried to
snatch a kiss from the skipper on the threshold. Fortunately for the
success of the venture, it was pelting with rain, and, though a few
people gazed curiously at the couple as they went hastily along, they
were unmolested, and gained the wharf in safety, arriving just in time
to see the schooner shoving off from the side.

At the sight the skipper held up his skirts and ran. "Ahoy!" he shouted.
"Wait a minute."

The mate gave one look of blank astonishment at the extraordinary
figure, and then turned away; but at that moment the stern came within
jumping distance of the wharf, and uncle and nephew, moved with one
impulse leaped for it and gained the deck in safety.

"Why didn't you wait when I hailed you?" demanded the skipper fiercely.

"How was I to know it was you?" inquired the mate surlily, as he
realised his defeat. "I thought it was the Empress of Rooshia."

The skipper stared at him dumbly.

"An' if you take my advice," said the mate, with a sneer, "you'll keep
them things on. _I_ never see you look so well in anything afore."

"I want to borrow some o' your clothes, Bob," said the skipper, eyeing
him steadily.

"Where's your own?" asked the other.

"I don't know," said the skipper. "I was took with a fit last night,
Bob, and when I woke up this morning they were gone. Somebody must have
took advantage of my helpless state and taken 'em."

"Very likely," said the mate, turning away to shout an order to the
crew, who were busy setting sail.

"Where are they, old man?" inquired the skipper.

"How should I know?" asked the other, becoming interested in the men
again.

"I mean YOUR clothes," said the skipper, who was fast losing his temper.

"Oh, mine?" said the mate. "Well, as a matter o'