"At last one day, the doctor wouldn't stand it any longer; so says he, `If you don't let me out of this, I'll make you sing out "Coopity! coopity!" from the other side of your mouth; so look out.' The captain laughed at him, and went on as before. However, we had to put into Port Jackson to refit, and it came to the ears of the governor that our skipper had a man shut up in a hen-coop; so he sent some soldiers aboard, and had the doctor taken out and brought ashore. Then there was a regular trial, and the governor heard what the doctor had to say, and the skipper and we had to say, and then he says, `I decide that you, Captain Crowfoot, shall pay Dr McGrath two hundred golden guineas before you leave this court.' The captain, with many wry faces, began to make all sorts of excuses, but the governor wouldn't listen to one of them, and Captain Crowfoot had to get a merchant to hand him out two bags of guineas. `Count them, captain, count them,' says the governor; and as the skipper counted them out on the table, the doctor stood by with another bag, and, as he swept them in with his hand, he kept singing out `Coopity! coopity! coopity!' Really it was pleasant to hear the doctor go on with his `Coopity! coopity! coopity!' Everybody in the court laughed, and, I believe you, the skipper was glad enough to get away when he had counted out all his money, and there was a regular cheer of `Coopity! coopity! coopity!' as he rushed out of the court." I had not seen McAllister laugh since we had lost the prize. He now gave way to a hearty peal, exclaiming, "Ha! ha! ha! I'll make the French lieutenant sing out `Coopity! coopity! coopity!' before the world is many years older."