“Stop, my young gentleman, you’ve not had your ‘whack,’ yet.”
“I’ve had quite sufficient, sir, I thank you,” replied Jerry; “an excellent dinner—many thanks to your hospitality.”
“Yes, but I must now give you your dessert.”
“I’ve had my dessert and coffee too, sir,” said Jerry, trying to escape.
“But you have not had your chasse-café, and I cannot permit you to leave the cabin without it. Steward, desire a boatswain’s mate to bring his cat, and a quarter-master to come here with seizings.”
Jerry was now in a stew—the inflexible countenance of Captain Bradshaw showed that he was in earnest. However, he held his tongue until the operators appeared, hoping that the captain would think better of it.
“Seize this young gentleman up to the breach of the gun, quarter-master!”
“Will you oblige me, sir, by letting me know my offence!”
“No, sir.”
“I do not belong to your ship,” continued Jerry. “If I have done wrong, Captain M— is well known to be a strict officer, and will pay every attention to your complaint.”