[Illustration: Music fragment: "'Or as the morn-ing flow'r, The
blight--']
Judah! Judah! Judah! drop 'er, I say, an' come along!" Captain Pharo
winked.
"On some other occasion, sir," said Captain Judah, returning the roll
to his pocket with cheerful haste, "I shall be happy."
Almost before I was aware that I was liberated, the shifty spectre,
whose basilisk eye had not released me, stood at my side.
"You oughter have seen," he began, "the time 't I was killed in
Californy----"
[Illustration: Music fragment: "'The blighting wind sweeps o'er, she
with-']