“Nicholas Walters; and as I’m senior, you’ll have to bustle about a bit. I won’t be too hard on you, but you’ll have to look sharp and pick up things. I dare say I can put you up to a good deal of seamanship.”
“Thank you,” I said quietly.
“Of course, I don’t know what sort of officers we’ve got here; but you and I can swing together, and I’ll help to make it as easy for you as I can. It’s rather hard for a boy making his first voyage.”
“I suppose so,” I said; “but I shall try not to mind.”
“Look here; is your father a gentleman?”
“Oh yes; he was in the army till he was invalided.”
“Then he’s an invalid?”
“No, no, not now. He was badly wounded in the Crimea, and had to retire from the service.”
“Then why didn’t you go in the army? ’Fraid of getting wounded in the Crimea?”
“No; I wanted to go to sea?”