“Oh, I say,” cried Bob; “this is rich, you know. I am sorry I was such an idiot with you at first. But do you mean it? If I get a day ashore, will you take me where there’s some good shooting?”
“Oh, yes, plenty;” was the reply.
Bob Roberts was thoughtful for a few moments.
“I say,” he said at last, “I wish Tom Long were here.”
“En-sign Long?” said Ali.
“Yes. He’s a very cocky fellow, you know; but he’s a good one at bottom.”
“Should I like him?”
“Yes, when you got to know him; but he only shows some fellows his clothes.”
“I don’t want to see his clothes,” said Ali, smiling.
“I mean, some people never get to know what’s inside him,” said Bob.