And so he drank. He did not love the liquor, although the rank taste of it was ameliorated by a liberal admixture of sirup. But he felt the internal sinking and wretchedness of heart and stomach braced up and assuaged by the first draught; so he took another. And for the same reason he indulged in a third. And so it happened that his head began shortly to swim, his eyes to see double, and things to look queer to them generally. The dim hold of the vessel might have been the pit of darkness, and the obscure grinning faces of his comrades might have been those of imps therein abiding, for aught he knew to the contrary, or cared. He began to laugh. "What's the matter, Frank?" "Nothing," he said, thickly; "only it's so droll." And he sat down on a cask, laughing again with uncontrollable merriment--at nothing; an infallible symptom that a person is either tipsy or a fool. But Frank was not a fool. _Ergo:_ he was tipsy. "Get him up as quick as we can, boys," he heard some one saying, "or else we can't get him up at all." "Better leave him here till he gets over it," said another. "That'll be the best way." "Who'd have thought a little dodger like that would upset him?" said somebody else. "By George we'll all get found out, through him." "Whads mare?" said Frank, meaning to ask, "What is the matter?" but somehow he could not make his organs of articulation go off right. "'Zis wachecall drung?" (Is this what you call drunk?) "Can ye walk?"--He recognized the voice of his friend Tucket.--"It's too bad to leave him here, boys. We must get him to his berth 'fore he's any worse." "Zhue, Sef?" (Is it you, Seth?) Frank, with the help of his friend, got upon his feet. "No, I don' breeve I'm drung; I be bernaliddlewile;" meaning to say he did not believe he was intoxicated, and to express his conviction that he would be better in a little while. Seth repeated his first inquiry. "Izzindee! I kung wong!" (Yes, indeed, I can walk.) And Frank, as if to demonstrate the absurdity of the pretence, went stumbling loosely over the freight, saved from falling only by the assistance of his friend. "Here's the ladder," said Tucket; "now be careful." "'M I goung upthlarer, or am I goung downth larer?" (Was he going up the ladder or was he going down the ladder?) Tucket proceeded to show him that the ladder was to be ascended; and, directing him how to hold on, and how to place his feet, boosted him gently, while a comrade above drew him also gently, until he was got safely out. "I did that perrywell!" said Frank. "Now lemme hell Sef!" (Now let me help Seth.) "You're a bully fellel, Sef. I'll hellup ye!" "Thank ye, boy," said Tucket; indulging him in the ludicrous notion that _he_ was helping _his friends_. "Much obliged." "Nod tall!" (Not at all,) said Frank. "Bully fellels like youme mushellpitchuthth." (Must help each other.) "You unstan me, Sef?" "Yes, I understand you. But keep quiet now, and come along with me."