“Then we had better have breakfast at once, and start, for this is anything but a pleasant spot.”
“Ain’t you going to knock me overboard, sir?” said Shaddy.
“No.”
“Well, ain’t you going to knock me down?”
“No; I’m not going to knock you down either, my good fellow. You’ve made a mistake. Over-tired, I suppose, and you dropped asleep. It was terribly neglectful of you, but I hope and trust that such an error may not be made again.”
“What?”
“Surely I need not repeat my words. You were overcome by fatigue and slept. I ask you for all our sakes to be more careful in the future.”
“Here, I say, Master Rob,” cried Shaddy huskily, and he gave his eyes a rub, “am I still asleep?”
“No, Shaddy, wide awake, and listening to Mr Brazier.”
“Well, then, it’s a rum ’un. But, I say, look here, sir; you’re never going to trust me again?”