“Walter,” said Ben, “do you expect, if we make the run, and a heap of money, to have the second mate’s share, while he’s off duty?”
“No, indeed; I have no right to it. He can’t help having a carbuncle. I wouldn’t take it if it was offered me. I wouldn’t be so mean.”
“But if you’re doing second mate’s duty—”
“The honor pays for that.”
“Perhaps you think it is a stepping-stone. I hope it is.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“We shall soon see what our young captain is made of,” said Eaton, as the dark hull and long masts of the ship of the line began to appear; “I only wish we were well through it.”
A man-o’-war cutter was now seen on the lee bow.
“What ship is that?” was the hail.