"Yes, sir."
"Did he hit anything?"
"No, sir."
"Did you see him shoot after the accident?"
"Yes, sir."
"Did he hit anything?"
"No, sir."
"Then," I said to the first midshipman, "your statement is correct. Will you please take the gun to the armourer to be repaired?"
I landed at Gibraltar very early in the morning, about four o'clock, with the intention of cub-hunting. At the stables I found a midshipman, dressed in plain clothes, whom I did not know. I asked him what he was doing. He said that he wanted to go cub-hunting, but that he hadn't a horse. I gave him a mount and told him to stick to me. He did as he was told, literally. He was in my pocket all day; he jumped upon the top of me; I couldn't get rid of him. When I remonstrated, he said:
"You told me to stick to you, sir. And I say, sir, isn't it fun!"