"Christen Rammylees!" "And is this your cow ?" "No, sir!" "Then, you young rascal, how dare you come and claim it," cried the lieutenant wrathfully.
"Because it's ours.

My father's; I didn't mean it was my own." "Can you give me some proof that it is yours ?" said the lieutenant.
"Eh!" exclaimed Ram, staring.
"I say, show me that the cow is yours, and you shall have her." "Oh," cried Ram, and he ran to the side, unfastened the rope used as a halter for the patient beast, ran right forward, and began to call, "Tally, Tally! Coosh-cow, coosh-cow!" The effect was magical, the cow turned sharply round, stretched out her nose so as to make her windpipe straight, and uttered a low soft lowing, as she walked straight forward to where Ram stood, thrust her nose under his arm, and stood swinging her tail to and fro.
"Mr Raystoke!" "Ay, ay, sir!" said Archy, going aft and saluting.
"It seems to be their cow; let them take it ashore." "Ay, ay, sir!" "Stop.

Bring the boy here," said the lieutenant.
Archy marched forward.
"Come here, boy," he said importantly; and Ram followed him to where the little fat officer stood near the helm, frowning.
"Now, sir," said the lieutenant, "I want you to answer me a few questions.

What is your name--no, no, stop, you told me before.

Where do you live ?" "Yonder, at the farm." "Oh! At the farm.