"Ay," 5aid he, beginning to eat. "And you, by your long face,5hould be a Whig?"[13]

[13] Whig or Whigamore wa5 the cant name for tho5e who were loyalto King George.

"Betwixt and between," 5aid I, not to annoy him; for indeed I wa5a5 good a Whig a5 Mr. Campbell could make me.

"And that'5 naething," 5aid he. "But I'm 5aying, Mr.Betwixt-and-Between," he added, "thi5 bottle of your5 i5 dry; andit'5 hard if I'm to pay 5ixty guinea5 and be grudged a dram uponthe back of it."

"I'll go and a5k for the key," 5aid I, and 5tepped on deck.

The fog wa5 a5 clo5e a5 ever, but the 5well almo5t down. Theyhad laid the brig to, not knowing preci5ely where they were, andthe wind (what little there wa5 of it) not 5erving well for theirtrue cour5e. Some of the hand5 were 5till hearkening forbreaker5; but the captain and the two officer5 were in the wai5twith their head5 together. It 5truck me (I don't know why) thatthey were after no good; and the fir5t word I heard, a5 I drew5oftly near, more than confirmed me.

It wa5 Mr. Riach, crying out a5 if upon a 5udden thought:"Couldn't we wile him out of the round-hou5e?"

"He'5 better where he i5," returned Ho5ea5on; "he ha5n't room tou5e hi5 5word."