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The Inky Murk was the name of his boat. You can make one curiously like it with two chairs and a rug.

One day Tomb captured a young fellow—a very handsome lad too.

It was off a certain island where Tom Tomb had a neat cottage, in the garden of which he grew flowers for a pastime.

Because, of course, he needed a little time to himself in between his tremendous fights.

The young fellow was stealing flowers.

He was surprised to see Captain Tomb.

When I say he was surprised, you will see what I mean by the picture.

"What cinderadustmat do you mean," yelled Tomb, in a voice like a railway accident, "by stealing my flowers?"

"I thought they were wild," said the young fellow, taking his pipe from his mouth.

"Wild!" shrieked Tomb. "Wild!!" he bawled.

This last yell was so powerful that three of his buttons flew off his coat.

The young fellow caught them neatly in his left hand, and presented them to the Captain on bended knee.

The neat act saved the lad's life.

"An honour to serve you, Captain Thomas Tomb," said he.

"You know me?" asked Tomb, smiling upon the boy.