He sprang forward to enter, but the specter plucked him back, and waved threateningly before him a..." "Snuffbox," said Jo, in a sepulchral tone, which convulsed the audience.

"'Thankee,' said the knight politely, as he took a pinch and sneezed seven times so violently that his head fell off.

'Ha! Ha!' laughed the ghost, and having peeped through the keyhole at the princesses spinning away for dear life, the evil spirit picked up her victim and put him in a large tin box, where there were eleven other knights packed together without their heads, like sardines, who all rose and began to..." "Dance a hornpipe," cut in Fred, as Jo paused for breath, "and, as they danced, the rubbishy old castle turned to a man-of-war in full sail.
'Up with the jib, reef the tops'l halliards, helm hard alee, and man the guns!' roared the captain, as a Portuguese pirate hove in sight, with a flag black as ink flying from her foremast.

'Go in and win, my hearties!' says the captain, and a tremendous fight began.

Of course the British beat--they always do." "No, they don't!" cried Jo, aside.
"Having taken the pirate captain prisoner, sailed slap over the schooner, whose decks were piled high with dead and whose lee scuppers ran blood, for the order had been 'Cutlasses, and die hard!' 'Bosun's mate, take a bight of the flying-jib sheet, and start this villain if he doesn't confess his sins double quick,' said the British captain.
The Portuguese held his tongue like a brick, and walked the plank, while the jolly tars cheered like mad.