a wag himself, called so that all heard him:
"You don't need to show a red signal light, my friend; you ought to wait until night."
Cocking his head a little more to one side, and with a slight extent of increase in the width of his grin--admitting that to be possible--Mike called back:
"Thin why have ye the graan light standing there on the wharf?"
Westerfield joined in the general laugh, but came back:
"That face of yours will keep off all danger by daylight."
"And it's yer own phiz that will sarve the same purpose at night."
The laughter was louder than ever, and the pleased Calvert said to the lawyer:
"Better let him alone; he will down you every time."
But Westerfield could not refuse to make another venture. Stepping back as if in alarm from the launch, which was now within arm's reach, he feigned to be scared.
"Please don't bite me with those dreadful teeth."
Mike, who was now close to the wharf, leaped lightly upon