"No, no," cried Nelson, staying him. "You'll leave me my midshipman. I want all my best men by me now."
The Parson turned.
"What say you, Kit?"
The boy looked at Nelson.
"Take your choice, my boy."
"I should like to see the thing through, my lord."
Nelson patted him on the shoulder.
"There spoke the seaman," he said. "Never be satisfied with nearly.
Always go for quite."