"
"I don't care," said Mitchell, sawing into the game with vigor; "if we go
down we go down with Aunt Mary and if I were Uncle Mary I wouldn't feel
happier and safer as to all concerned. The ship that bore Caesar and his
fortune had nothing at all to bear compared to this which bears Jack and
his. Here's to Jack and his fortune, and may we all survive the dark blue
sky."
"I tell you it's serious," said Jack. As he spoke another ominous heaving
set the bottles tipping and nearly sent Clover backwards.
"And I'm serious," exclaimed Mitchell. "I'm always serious only I never
can get any girl to believe it. Here's to me, and may I grow more and more
serious each--"
A tremendous wave bore the yacht upright and then let her fall on her
forelegs again. Clover went over backwards and the dish of peas to which
he had just been helping himself followed after.
"You didn't say 'excuse me' when you left the table," said Mitchell, whom
the law of gravitation had suddenly raised to a pinnacle from which he
viewed his friends with mirthful scorn; "and if you've hurt yourself it
must be a judgment on you for leaving the table without saying 'excuse
me.' Here's to Clover, who has a judgment and a dish of peas served on him
at the same time for leaving the table without saying 'excuse me.'"
The sailing-master appeared at the door, his cap in his hand.
"I beg your pardon, sir," he said respectfully, "but I fear it's
impossible to put back. We can't turn without getting into the trough of
the sea.
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