“Captain Delmar.”
“Delmar!—why, he’s my old captain. Did not I see a Mr Dott, a midshipman?”
“Yes there is a Mr Dott on board.”
“Well, I wish you would just pass the word to Mr Dott, to say that one of the pressed men wishes to speak to him.”
The sentry did so, and Mr Dott came down.
“How d’ye do, Mr Dott?” said Bob Cross, while I turned away.
“What Cross, is that you? Are you dressed?”
“Yes, sir, can’t be helped. I’m glad I’m to sail with you, sir. What’s become of Mr Keene?”
“Oh, I don’t know; but if he’s not hanged by this time, I believe that he’s to join the ship.”
“Won’t I pull your ears for that?” thought I.