I over'eard him tellin' you to stick fast to him; but, all things considered, that's pretty difficult, ain't it?
Never you mind; _I'll_ see you aboard the tender." "Aboard the tender ?" The Major stepped back a pace as the fellow's absurd mistake dawned on him.

"Why, you impudent scoundrel, I'm a Justice of the Peace!" But here a rush of the driven crowd lifted and bore him against the gallery rail.

A hand close by shattered the nearest lamp into darkness, and the flat of a cutlass (not Bill Adams's) descending upon our hero's head, put an end for the while to speech and consciousness..