"It's to keep still with, you canting little monkey! And that's what I want you to do with your tongue," replied Captain Shivernock. "I don't think I understand you, sir." "I don't think you do. How could you, when I haven't told you what I mean. Listen to me." The eccentric paused, and fixed his gaze earnestly upon the skipper. "Have you seen me this morning?" demanded he. "Of course I have." "No, you haven't!" "I really thought I had." "Thought's a fool, and you're another! You haven't seen me. If anybody in Belfast asks you if you have seen me, tell 'em you haven't." "If the tongue isn't to talk with, it isn't to tell a lie with," added Donald. "Ha, ha, ha!" laughed the captain; "you've got me there." He produced his wallet again, and took a ten-dollar bill from the roll it contained, which he tendered to Donald. "What's that for?" asked the skipper. "Put it in your pocket, or I'll mash your empty skull!" Donald placed it with the other bills in his wallet, more than ever amazed at the conduct of his singular passenger. "I never allow anyone to get ahead of me without paying for my own stupidity. Do you go to Sunday School, and church, and missionary meetings?" asked the captain, with a sneer. "I do, sir." "I thought so. You are a sick monkey. You don't let your tongue tell a lie." "No, sir; I don't mean to tell a lie, if I can help it, and I generally can." "You walk in the strait and narrow way which leads to the meeting-house. I don't. All right! Broad is the way! But one thing is certain, Don John, you haven't seen me to-day." "But I have," persisted Donald. "I say you have not; don't contradict me, if you want to take that head of yours home with you. Nobody will ask whether you have seen me or not; so that if a lie is likely to choke you, keep still with your tongue." "I am not to say that I have seen you on the island?" queried Donald. "You are not," replied the captain, with an echoing expletive. "Why not, sir?" "None of your business! Do as you are told, and spend the money I gave you for gingerbread and fast horses." "But when my mother sees this money she will want to know where I got it." "If you tell her or anybody else, I'll hammer your head till it isn't thicker than a piece of sheet-iron. Don't let her see the money. Hire a fast horse, and go to ride next Sunday." "I don't go to ride on Sunday." "I suppose not. Give it to the missionaries to buy red flannel shirts for little niggers in the West Indies, if you like. I don't care what you do with it." "You don't wish anybody to know you have been on the island this morning--is that the idea, Captain Shivernock?" asked Donald, not a little alarmed at the position in which his companion was placing him. "That's the idea, Don John." "I don't see why--" "You are not to see why," interrupted the captain, fiercely. "That's my business, not yours. Will you do as I tell you?" "If there is any trouble--"