I see a young Irish gentleman capable of
performing prodigies of valor. I learn incidentally that the acme
of all heroism is the cornetcy of a dragoon regiment. I hear a
good deal of French! No, thank you," said the Haunted Man
hurriedly, as he stayed the waving hand of the Goblin; "I would
rather NOT go to the Peninsula, and don't care to have a private
interview with Napoleon."
Again the Goblin flew away with the unfortunate man, and from a
strange roaring below them he judged they were above the ocean. A
ship hove in sight, and the Goblin stayed its flight. "Look," he
said, squeezing his companion's arm.
The Haunted Man yawned. "Don't you think, Charles, you're rather
running this thing into the ground? Of course it's very moral and
instructive, and all that. But ain't there a little too much
pantomime about it? Come now!"
"Look!" repeated the Goblin, pinching his arm malevolently. The
Haunted Man groaned.
"O, of course, I see her Majesty's ship Arethusa. Of course I am
familiar with her stern First Lieutenant, her eccentric Captain,
her one fascinating and several mischievous midshipmen. Of course
I know it's a splendid thing to see all this, and not to be
seasick.
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