The wind's in the east, and the tide's swung round the _cap_.

This time to- morrow we shall be scraping the nose of ould Ireland--glory to her!" The men, who evidently were used to their captain's eccentricities, made no demur, and laid on with their oars.

Presently I volunteered to lend a hand, which was readily accepted.

The captain meanwhile lay in a comfortable slumber in the stern-sheets, uttering occasional greetings to the world at large, and to me in particular.
"Where does she lie ?" said I presently to the man in front of me in plain English.
He turned round sharply.
"What! you're not a Frenchman then ?" said he.
"Heaven forbid! I'm as good an Irishman as you." "How came you to know Captain Keogh ?" "Sure he found me out and engaged me." "It's no lie," gurgled Captain Keogh from the bottom of the boat.

"I should have been over but for him.