into this business themselves, they were on the crook. Now WE'RE on

the square, we only stumbled into it; and that merchant has just got to

squeal, and I'm the man to see that he squeals good. No, sir! there's

some stuffing to this Farallone racket after all.'

'Go it, cap!' cried Huish. 'Yoicks! Forrard! 'Old 'ard! There's your

style for the money! Blow me if I don't prefer this to the hother.'

'I do not understand,' said Herrick. 'I have to ask you to excuse me; I

do not understand.'

'Well now, see here, Herrick,' said Davis, 'I'm going to have a word

with you anyway upon a different matter, and it's good that Huish should

hear it too. We're done with this boozing business, and we ask your

pardon for it right here and now. We have to thank you for all you did

for us while we were making hogs of ourselves; you'll find me turn-to

all right in future; and as for the wine, which I grant we stole from

you, I'll take stock and see you paid for it. That's good enough, I

believe. But what I want to point out to you is this. The old game was

a risky game. The new game's as safe as running a Vienna Bakery. We just

put this Farallone before the wind, and run till we're well to looard

of our port of departure and reasonably well up with some other place,

where they have an American Consul. Down goes the Farallone, and

good-bye to her! A day or so in the boat; the consul packs us home,

at Uncle Sam's expense, to 'Frisco; and if that merchant don't put the

dollars down, you come to me!'

The Ebb-Tide