“Will you take your miserable stuff away?”
“Have some cream-cheese and new bread.”
Archy made a blow at him, but Ram only drew back slightly.
“Don’t be a coward,” he said. “You’re an officer and a gentleman, you told me one day, and you keep on trying to coax me into doing what you know would be making me a regular sneak. What should I say when you were gone?”
“Nothing,” cried the prisoner. “Escape with me. Come on board, and the lieutenant will listen to what I say, and take you, and we’ll make you a regular man-o’-war’s-man.”
“And set me to fight agen my father, and all my old mates?”
“No; you should not do that.”
“And you’d call me a miserable sneak.”
“I shouldn’t.”
“Then you’d think I was, and I should know it, so it would be all the same.”