"First rate. We shall initiate the candidates into the mysteries of a horrible odor at the same time," replied Scott, as the officers entered the rude building. "A fellow that has been to sea three months needn't mind this," laughed Jones. "All right; place the O. L. M. outside of the building, the I. L. M. inside, near the door," said Scott, as he turned over a fish-tub for his own throne as C. B., and placed it at one end of the building, while Wainwright, the D. C. B., located himself at the other end. "Officers, to your stations; proceed to open a lodge of Bangwhangers. Y. D. K., on my right; Q. D., on my left; R. P. F. and L. P. F., on my left. Brother D. C. B., are you a Bangwhanger?" "Of course I am." "Bang!" "Whang!" "Who knows?" "Eye, nose." "Who knows?" "Eighty-six noes." "Right; come to my arms. How many officers in a lodge of Bangwhangers?" "Eight; and nothing can be done with a less number," replied the D. C. B., who answered all these questions, and named all the officers. "Brother O. L. M., what are you?" "I am the Outside Lookout Man," replied Hall, who had been called in to answer. "What do you do?" "Keep a sharp lookout on the outside of the lodge." "If any outsider approaches, what do you do?" "Give him fits." "Right; keep your weather eye open. Brother I. L. M., what are you?" "The Inside Lookout Man." "What do you do?" "Keep a sharp lookout inside." "If any outsider comes in, what do you do?" "Kick him out." "Suppose he is bigger than you are?" "Give him a stick of candy, and tell him his grandmother is waiting for him round the corner." "Right; keep a stiff upper lip. Brother R. P. F., what are you?" "The Right Pilot Fish." "What do you do?" "Stand on the starboard side of the candidate, and tow him round." "Right; heave ahead, my hearty. Brother L. P. F., what are you?" "The Left Pilot Fish." "What do you do?" "Stand on the port side of the candidate, and help tow him around." "Right; stand by the hawser. Brother Q. D., what are you?" "The Quill Driver." "What do you do?" "When anything is done, make a note of it." "Right; mind your eye, my hearty. Brother Y. D. K., what are you?" "The Yellow Dirt Keeper." "What do you do?" "Keep the money." "Will you keep it?" "I'll bet I will." "Right; stand by the locker. Brother D. C. B., what are you?" "The Deputy Chief Bangwhanger." "What do you do?" "Make faces at the C. B. when he is present, and take his place when he is absent." "Your duties are important--where do you sit?" "Opposite the C. B." "What for?" "To help him keep up his dignity." "How?" "By making faces at him." "What is the C. B.?" "The Chief Bangwhanger." "What does he do?" "Bosses the job, and is the biggest toad in the puddle." "Why is he like strong drink?" "Because he goes to the head," replied the D. C. B., with a hideous grimace, which made all the officers laugh.