flaming mouths stretched wide open as if to swallow the passengers on deck, came a cracked little voice singing the following song to a tune that seemed to be made up as it went along:

 "Yo-ho! Yo-ho— O a sailor's life for me! I love to nail The blithering gale, As I sail the bounding sea. For I'm a glorious stowaway, I've thrown my rake and hoe away, On the briny deep to go away, Yeave-ho—Yeave-ho—Yo-hee!" 

"Yo-ho!

Yo-ho—

O a sailor's life for me!

I love to nail

The blithering gale,

As I sail the bounding sea.

For I'm a glorious stowaway,

I've thrown my rake and hoe away,

On the briny deep to go away,

Yeave-ho—Yeave-ho—Yo-hee!"

"Where have I heard that voice before!" cried Mollie clutching Whistlebinkie by the hand so hard that he squeaked.

"It's-sizz!" whistled Whistlebinkie excitedly.

"It's what?" cried Mollie.

"It's-his!" repeated Whistlebinkie more correctly.

"Whose—the Unwiseman's?" Mollie whispered with delight.

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"Thass-swat-I-think," said Whistlebinkie.

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