The COURAGEOUS EXPLOITS OF DOCTOR SYN

Scarecrow, like the Prince commanded up at Lymphe. And what is more, that I shall do tonight as soon as I have
left the purlieus of Whitehall. Good luck to him now. And good luck to you, too, Parson. Both clever fellows, on
my soul. Perhaps one day we shall dine together, and perhaps then I might feel inclined to tell you all I have found
out about your rascally parishioner. On the other hand, promotion may increase that habit I have ever had of
knowing when to keep my ugly mouth shut tight.”
So the Captain galloped off with the Whitehall courier, and soon after the sailors marched off behind the
mounted officer to the tune of the drum and fife.
And to the tune of another song the Vicar of Dymchurch lifted a glass of brandy and toasted his Sexton across the
study table. “The most dangerous situation of our long careers, eh, Master Carpenter?” he whispered. “And got
over in such a simple fashion. We can now relieve poor Jimmie Bone and tell him that the run goes forward this
night. And so I drink to you, old faithful sea-dog, in the well-remembered words of Clegg:
‘ Here’s to the feet wot have walked the plank;
Yo-ho for the dead man’s throttle:’”
Which in a piping whisper, was responded to by Mipps with:
“ ‘ Here’s to the corpses afloat in the tank:
And the dead man’s teeth in the bottle’.”