James's acknowledgment was scarcely more than agreeable.

To Frank's inquiry, "How do you do, sir ?" he replied, "Oh, I'm bully, thank you, old beeswax.

Not you the cod I twigged[A] navigating that scow up the creek ?" [Footnote A: Saw.] Frank acknowledged himself to be the person, and James continued, "I suppose she's the champion yacht, isn't she ?" "Yes," answered Frank, "she is.

There's no boat about the village that can beat her." "Ah, possibly; but, after all, you had better tell that to the marines.

I've seen too much of the world to have a country chap stuff me, now I tell you, old beeswax." We will not particularize upon James's visit.