THIS is a tale of the adventurous and rugged
               but "I -- I was in bad fettle
and worse luck."                       and I
hugged the nearest tree, and was not able to say
the "Thank God!" that fell from my lips only
half spoken.

"Might jest es well spit 'n 'is face," he added
presently; "jest eggzac'ly."
     The Scorpion of our fleet had got her
guns in action; the little Ariel was also firing.

After dark it is weird business to be swimming
in strange water.  I said, stripping off my gown,
"But, I beg of you, don't tell the ladies I was
ever a woman."
"And why not?"
"Because it would not be proper," said she,
smiling as she looked up at me.

A chorus of laughter came from the cavalry.