and almost as flat as a pancake, he was tough like wire, could walk any
distance, could leap farther than anybody, and could swim like a cork.
His features were sharp, prominent and exceedingly handsome. His eyes
were large, dark, and expressive, and were surmounted by delicate
eyebrows which moved about continually with every changeful feeling that
filled his breast. When excited his glance was magnificent, and the
natural wildness of his whole aspect was increased by the luxuriance of
his brown hair, which hung in long elf-locks over his shoulders. Among
his intimates he was known by the name of "Mad Sam Sorrel."

When we have said that the crew of the schooner consisted of six picked
men besides those described and our friend Bob Bowie, we have enumerated
all the human beings who stood within the bulwarks of that trim little
yacht on that stormy summer's day.

There was, however, one other being on board that deserves notice. It
was Sam Sorrel's dog.

Like its master, this dog was a curious creature. It was little and
thin, and without form of any distinct or positive kind. If we could
suppose that this dog had been permitted to make itself, and that it had
begun with the Skye-terrier, suddenly changed its mind and attempted to
come the poodle, then midway in this effort had got itself very much
dishevelled, and become so entangled that it was too late to do anything
better than finish off with a wild attempt at a long-eared spaniel, one
could understand how such a creature as "Titian" had come into
existence.

Sam had meant to pay a tribute of respect to the great painter when he
named his dog Titian. But having done his duty in this matter, he found
it convenient to shorten the name into Tit--sometimes Tittles. Tittles
had no face whatever, as far as could be seen by the naked eye. His
whole misshapen body was covered with long shaggy hair of a light grey
colour. Only the end of his black nose was visible in front and the
extreme point of his tail in rear. But for these two landmarks it would
have been utterly impossible to tell which end of the dog was which.

Somehow the end of his tail had been singed or skinned or burned, for it
was quite naked, and not much thicker than a pipe-stem.

Tittles was extremely sensitive in regard to this, and could not bear to
have his miserable projection touched.

How that storm did rage, to be sure! The whole sea was lashed into a
boiling sheet of foam, and th