Our Mug an' Billy get a schooner that's so bally small that they have to do their cooking in the cabin; quadrant's on a rack over the stove, and the heat warps the joints, so when Our Mug takes his observation he gets fifty miles off his course and raises the land where the government forces are watching for him." "And here's another point, Cap.," said Condy.

"We ought to work some kind of a treasure into this yarn; can't you think up something new and original in the way of a treasure?
I don't want the old game of a buried chest of money.

Let's have him get track of something that's worth a fortune--something novel." "Yes, yes; I see the idea," answered the Captain, striding over the floor with great thuds of his stockinged feet.

"Now, lessee; let me think," he began, rubbing all his hair the wrong way.

"We want something new and queer, something that ain't ever been written up before.