'Just this moment, sir, as I came aft.' 'Very well, we'll see to that to-morrow. You bring the kettle aft as soon as it is ready. I say, Mr. Jem, is that fellow sober?' 'Yees, sir, he be sober as you be.' 'It's quite astonishing what a propensity the common sailors have to liquor. Forty odd years have I been in the service, and I've never found any difference. I only wish I had a guinea for every time that I have given a fellow seven-water grog during my servitude as first lieutenant, I wouldn't call the king my cousin. Well, if there's no hot water, we must take lukewarm; it won't do to heave-to. By the Lord Harry! who would have thought it?--I'm at number sixteen! Let me count--yes!--surely I must have made a mistake. A fact, by Heaven!' continued Mr. Appleboy, throwing the chalk down on the table. 'Only one more glass after this; that is, if I have counted right--I may have seen double.' 'Yes,' drawled Smith. 'Well, never mind. Let's go on with my story. It was either in the year ninety-three or ninety-four that I was in the Channel fleet; we were then abreast of Torbay----' 'Here be the hot water, sir,' cried Jem, putting the kettle down on the deck. 'Very well, boy. By the bye, has the jar of butter come on board?' 'Yes, but it broke all down the middle. I tied him up with a rope-yarn.' 'Who broke it, sir?' 'Coxswain says as how he didn't.' 'But who did, sir?' 'Coxswain handed it up to Bill Jones, and he says as how he didn't.' 'But who did, sir?' 'Bill Jones gave it to me, and I'm sure as how I didn't.' 'Then who did, sir, I ask you?' 'I think it be Bill Jones, sir, 'cause he's fond of butter, I know, and there be very little left in the jar.' 'Very well, we'll see to that to-morrow morning. Mr. Tomkins, you'll oblige me by putting the butter-jar down in the report, in case it should slip my memory. Bill Jones, indeed, looks as if butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. Never mind. Well, it was, as I said before--it was in the year ninety-three or ninety-four, when I was in the Channel fleet; we were then off Torbay, and had just taken two reefs in the topsails. Stop--before I go on with my story, I'll take my last glass; I think it's the last--let me count. Yes, by heavens! I make out sixteen, well told. Never mind, it shall be a stiff one. Boy, bring the kettle, and mind you don't pour the hot water into my shoes, as you did the other night. There, that will do. Now, Tomkins, fill up yours; and you, Mr. Smith. Let us all start fair, and then you shall have my story--and a very curious one it is, I can tell you; I wouldn't have believed it myself, if I hadn't seen it. Hilloa! what's this? Confound it! what's the matter with the toddy? Heh, Mr. Tomkins?' Mr. Tomkins tasted; but, like the lieutenant, he had made it very stiff; and, as he had also taken largely before, he was, like him, not quite so clear in his discrimination. 'It has a queer twang, sir; Smith, what is it?' Smith took up his glass, tasted the contents.