“Well, sir, I do,” said the sailor, half closing his eyes as he kept careful watch in the direction the enemy had taken.
“What’s to be done now, Tom?” said Murray, after a pause.
“Eh? What’s to be done, sir? Why, I was waiting for orders. You’re my orficer, sir.”
“Yes, Tom, but this is a terrible position.”
“Oh, I dunno, sir. ’Tarn’t a wreck.”
“No, Tom, but I want your help.”
“Say what I’m to do, sir, and here I am.”
“Yes, I know, but can’t you make a good suggestion?”
“No, sir; I arn’t clever. I want some one to set me going. Seems to me, though, as the best thing we could do would be to—”
“Yes,” said Murray eagerly, for the man had paused.