There's a nice
corner over there."
"When I get back," said the furious captain, "some of you will go to gaol
for last night's work."
"Don't be hard on us," said a mocking voice, "we did our best. It ain't
our fault that you look so ridikerlously young, that we took you for your
own son."
"And you was in that state that you couldn't contradict us," said another
man.
"If it is your bunk," said the captain, sternly, "I suppose you have a
right to it. But perhaps you'll sell it to me? How much?"
"Now you're talking bisness," said the highly gratified Bill, turning
with a threatening gesture upon a speculator opposite. "Wot do you say
to a couple o' pounds?"
The captain nodded.
"Couple o' pounds, money down," said Bill, holding out his hand.
The captain examined the contents of his pocket, and after considerable
friction bought the bunk for a pound cash and an I O U for the balance.
A more humane man would have shown a little concern as to his
benefactor's sleeping-place; but the captain never gave the matter a
thought. In fact, it was not until three days later that he discovered
there was a spare bunk in the forecastle, and that the unscrupulous
seaman was occupying it.
It was only one of many annoyances, but the captain realizing his
impotence made no sign. From certain remarks let fall in his hearing he
had no difficulty in connecting Mr.
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