The table on which he sat began to rattle.
Quietly he slipped off it. But the old foretop-man had heard.
Leaving his post, he came rumbling across the uneven flags.
"The waitin time's generally always the worst time, sir," he whispered. "Sooner farty actions than wait for one—I've hard Lard Nelson say it himsalf."
"I am a bit—quaky," replied the boy, and would have admitted as much to no other man, and to few women.
"And none the worse for that, sir. It's a poor heart that can't feel fear. If a man's not a bit timersome about facin his Maker, then he ought to be. Pluck's doin your duty although you are afear'd. You'll be right enough once you're in it, surely…. And if you're not above a hint from a man before the mast, sir, you'll take them shoes off. Boardin-parties bare-fut—that was ollus the word aboard the Agamemnon…. Ah, Knapp, feelin slap?"
"Ay, fit to run for me life or fight for it," bubbled the little rifleman, prancing out of his corner.
The Parson beckoned Kit.
"You see his sort," he whispered. "The chap's as full of meat and mischief as a lion-cub." He turned again. "Knapp," he said solemnly, "this is your officer. He's coming with you to see you off. He carries the King's commission as truly as I do. You'll obey him as you would me, and no nonsense, d'you see?"
"Very good, sir," said the little man, jigging and bobbing. "I'm all of a pop like. Seems I might go off any moment."