“Humph! you were thirsty.”
“I was choking, sir,” I said, with a sigh, as I placed the glass upon the table.
“And now, Mr Herrick, perhaps it would be as well not to talk about this little interview,” he said quietly. “I rely upon you as a gentleman.”
“Of course, sir,” I replied; and feeling, in spite of the severe wigging I had had, that I never liked the captain half so well before, I backed out and hurried to my own cabin.
Chapter Seventeen.
We lose our Prisoners.
“Here he is,” cried Barkins, who was resting his leg; while Smith was sitting by the open window so as to catch all the air he could. “Got your promotion?”
“Got my what?” I cried.