Said I couldn't charge freight, that the _Apostle_ was under a yacht license, that I was going around by Savo and the upper end of Guadalcanar.

But it was no use.

'Bother the charge,' said she.

'You take the horses like a good man, and when I float the _Martha_ I'll return the service some day.'" "And 'bother your orders,' said she to me," Oleson cried.

"'I'm your boss now,' said she, 'and you take your orders from me.' 'Look at that load of ivory nuts,' I said.