“I have, Mynheer Vanslyperken,” replied the corporal, standing erect and saluting; “and if you please, sir, they have joined the ship’s company.  You and I, mynheer, are left to ourselves.”

“I’ll just trouble you for my little duck of a husband,” repeated Moggy.  Vanslyperken was at a nonplus.  The crew were in a state of mutiny, the marines had joined them—­what could he do?  To appeal to the higher authorities would be committing himself, for he knew that he could not flog a man who no longer belonged to the vessel.

“I wants my husband,” repeated Moggy, putting her arms a-kimbo.

Mr Vanslyperken made no reply.  The corporal waited for orders, and Moggy waited for her husband.

Just at this moment, Snarleyyow, who had followed his master on deck, had climbed up the small ladder, and was looking over the gunnel on the side where the boat lay in which Moggy came on board.  Perceiving this, with the quickness of thought she ran at the dog and pushed him over the side into the boat, in which he fell with a heavy bound; she then descended the side, ordered the man to shove off, and kept at a short distance from the cutter with the dog in her possession.

“Now, now,” cried Moggy, slapping her elbow, “hav’n’t I got the dog, and won’t I cut him up into sassingers and eat him in the bargain, if you won’t give me my dear darling Jemmy and all his papers in the bargain?”

“Man the boat,” cried Vanslyperken.  But no one would obey the order.

“Look here,” cried Moggy, flourishing a knife which she had borrowed from the man in the boat.  “This is for the cur; and unless you let my Jemmy go, ay and directly too—­”

“Mercy, woman!” exclaimed Vanslyperken, “Do not harm the poor dog, and your husband shall go on shore.”

“With his papers all ready to receive his pay?” inquired Moggy.

“Yes, with his papers and everything, if you’ll not harm the poor beast.”

“Be quick about them, for my fingers are itching, I can tell you,” replied Moggy.  “Recollect, I will have my Jemmy, and cut the dog’s throat in the bargain if you don’t look sharp.”

“Directly, good woman, directly,” cried Vanslyperken, “be patient.”

“Good woman! no more a good woman than yourself,” replied Moggy.

Vanslyperken desired the corporal to see Jemmy Ducks in the boat, and went down into the cabin to sign his pay order.  He then returned, for he was dreadfully alarmed lest Moggy should put her threats in execution.

Jemmy’s chest and hammocks were in the boat.  He shook hands with his shipmates, and receiving the papers and his discharge from Corporal Van Spitter, and exchanging an intelligent glance with him, he went down the side.  The boat pulled round the stern to take in Moggy, who then ordered the waterman to put the dog on board again.

“My word’s as good as my bond,” observed Moggy, as she stepped into the other boat, “and so there’s your cur again, Mr Leeftenant; but mark my words:  I owe you one, and I’ll pay you with interest before I have done with you.”