“His first name is Globe,” said I, but it was a wild pitch.

The major and the general had a whispered consultation. Then the former said: “Well, I guess he’s all right. Let him go.”

Some devil within me suggested that I say goodbye to them in German, which I learned in our high school. I cast him out, and here I am, aboard ship, sitting still in the middle of the river. But I don’t like being indefinitely bottled in bond and I appeal to you, Mr. Captain⁠—