“At any rate，” said Drinian， but at that moment two sounds were heard. One was a plop. The other was a voice from the fighting top shouting， “Man overboard！” Then everyone was busy. Some of the sailors hurried aloft to take in the sail： others hurried below to get out the oars； and Rhince， who was on duty on the poop， began to put the helm hard over so as to come round and back to the manho had gone overboard. But by now everyone knew that it asn’t strictly a man. It was Reepicheep.
“Drat that mouse！” said Drinian. “He‘s more trouble than l the rest of the ship’s company put together. If there is ny scrape to be got into， in he will get！ He ought to be put irons.keel.hauled.marooned.have his whiskers cutff. Can anyone see the little blighter？”