tells me he suspects; what’s that for, I should like to know? Who’s made appointments with him in the hold?

Ain’t that queer, now? But there’s no telling, it’s the old game — Here goes for a snooze. Damn me, it’s worth a fellow’s while to be born into the world, if only to fall right asleep. And now that I think of it, that’s about the first thing babies do, and that’s a sort of queer, too. Damn me, but all things are queer, come to think of ’em. But that’s against my principles.

Think not, is my eleventh commandment; and sleep when you can, is my twelfth — So here goes again. But how’s that? didn’t he call me a dog? blazes! He called me ten times a donkey, and piled a lot of jackasses on top of