polissstation; or weel you go and tell the poliss yourself?” asked the Portuguese, in the same tone of mordant irony.
“Ay, ay,” growled Harris; “that’s the next thing!”
“No,” said Rattray; “the next thing’s for you two to leave him to me.”
“We’ll see you damned!” cried the captain.
“No, no, my friend,” said Santos, with a shrug; “let him have his way. He is as fond of his skeen as you are of yours; he’ll come round
polissstation; or weel you go and tell the poliss yourself?” asked the Portuguese, in the same tone of mordant irony.
“Ay, ay,” growled Harris; “that’s the next thing!”
“No,” said Rattray; “the next thing’s for you two to leave him to me.”
“We’ll see you damned!” cried the captain.
“No, no, my friend,” said Santos, with a shrug; “let him have his way. He is as fond of his skeen as you are of yours; he’ll come round
