With an abrupt upspring, his throat half harsh with anger, he placed both forepaws on the table and barked at the waiter.
Captain Jorgensen crashed his fist down.
"You win!" he roared.

"I pay for the beer! Waiter, bring one more." Michael looked to Steward for verification, and Steward's hand on his head gave adequate reply.
"We try again," said the captain, very much awake and interested, with the back of his hand wiping the beer-foam from his moustache.

"Maybe he knows one an' two.

How about three?
And four ?" "Just the same, Skipper.

He counts up to five, and knows more than five when it is more than five, though he don't know the figures by name after five." "Oh, Hanson!" Captain Jorgensen bellowed across the bar-room to the cook of the _Howard_.