The cows were all running around their pen in manic terror.

“Darby, sir, but Janus they call me,” the seaman said, “on account of a surgeon …”

“Rankin put down his glass and stared at him coldly. “I beg your pardon?” he sai…”

“Proper circus you make,' Berkley said, with a snort of laughter Laurence consid…”

“I will tell you what we shall do: if ever you need to rescue Catherine, or you …”