"What do you mean?"
"These habits of drinking grow upon one," said Harry Girdwood, sadly.
"I don't understand," faltered the orphan.
"Shall we help you to bed, sir?" asked one of the sailors compassionately.
"Never!" cried Mr. Figgins, with majesty.
"Oh, yes, do," said Harry.
But nerved to desperation, the orphan tore himself away from them, and darted to the door.
"I shall go and report upon these outrageous doings to the captain of the ship," he said, drawing himself up.
"Here's the captain himself," said a good-natured voice behind him. "And now, what can he do for you, Mr. Figgins?"
The orphan turned.