McMillan didn't row after it he'd knife him.
"'We can't bother about the boat,' ses the mate; 'we've had enough
bother to rescue you.'
"'Who the devil wanted you to rescue me?' bellowed the man. 'I'll make
you pay for this, you miserable swabs. If there's any law in Amurrica,
you shall have it!'
"By this time we had got to the ship, which had shortened sail, and the
cap'n was standing by the side, looking down upon the stranger with a
big, kind smile which nearly sent him crazy.
"'Welcome aboard, my pore feller,' ses he, holding out his hand as the
chap got up the side.
"'Are you the author of this outrage?' ses the man fiercely. "'I don't
understand you,' ses the cap'n, very dignified, and drawing himself up.
"'Did you send your chaps to sneak me out o' my boat while I was having
forty winks?' roars the other. 'Damme! that's English, ain't it?'
"'Surely,' ses the cap'n, 'surely you didn't wish to be left to perish
in that little craft. I had a supernatural warning to steer this course
on purpose to pick you up, and this is your gratitude.'
"'Look here!' ses the other. 'My name's Cap'n Naskett, and I'm doing a
record trip from New York to Liverpool in the smallest boat that has
ever crossed the Atlantic, an' you go an' bust everything with your
cussed officiousness.
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