us, and studdied hisself agen the door, and 'No,' says he; 'I'm
drunk,' says he, 'God knows it,' says he, 'and for what man knows I
don't care a damn--_I'll walk!_' Then away he went down the street past
the Bishop, with his hat a-one side, and his hair all through-others,
tacking a bit with romps in the fetlock joints, but driving on like
mad."--

The second bell rang on the steamer. It was seven minutes to nine, and
the last of the luggage was packed. On the floor there still lay a pile
of clothing, which was to be left as oil for the wounded joints of the
gentlemen who had been flung down stairs. Willie Quarrie bustled about
to get the trunks and hampers to the ferry steps. Davy, who had been in
his shirt-sleeves, drew on his coat, and Lovibond, who had been waiting
twenty torturing minutes for some opportunity to begin, plunged into the
business of his visit at last.

"So you're determined to go, Capt'n?" he said.

"I am," said Davy.

"No message for Mrs. Quiggin? Dare say I could find her at Castle Mona."

"No! Wait--yes--tell her--say I'm--if ever I--Chut! what's the odds? No,
no message."

"Not even good-by, Capt'n?"

"She sent none to me--no."

"Not a word?"

"Not a word."

Davy was pawing up the carpet with the toe of his boot, and filling his
pipe from his pouch.

"Going back to Callao, Capt'n?" said Lovibond.

"God knows, mate," said Davy. "I'm like the seeding grass, blown here
and there, and the Lord knows where; but maybe I'll find land at last."

"Capt'n, about the money?--dy'e owe me any grudge about that?" said
Lovibond.

"Lord-a-massy! Grudge, is it?" said Davy. "Aw, no, man, no. The money
was my mischief. It's gone, and good luck to it."

"But if I could show you a way to get it all back again, Capt'n----"

"Chut! I wouldn't have it, and I wouldn't stay. But, matey, if you could
show me how to get back... the money isn't the loss I'm... if I was as
poor as ould Chalse-a-killey, and had to work my flesh.... I'd stay if I
could get back...."

The whistle sounded from the funnel of the "Snaefell," and the loud
throbs of escaping steam echoed from the Head. Willie Quarrie ran in to
say that the luggage was down at the ferry steps, and the ferryboat was
coming over the harbor.

"Capt'n," said Lovibond, "she must have injured you badly----"

"Injured _me?_" said Davy. "Wish she had! I wouldn't go off to the
world's end if that was all betwixt us."

"If she hasn't, Capt'n," said Lo