The Island Home

That now, is positively diabolical! exclaimed Max, from his covert among the creepers, where he was completely invisible, except his heels, which were kicking in the air; I wouldn’t have believed, Arthur, that you were such a methodical, cold-blooded creature! I suppose now, that if I had tumbled overboard during that hideous time, and been gulped down by a shark, or if Shakespeare had starved to death, you would have made a regular memorandum of the event, in business-like style, and wound up your watch as usual.