“And you know you deserve to be flogged?”
“Yes, sir, and I want it over; it’s like all flogging, and wuss, for him to keep on showing me that there rope’s-end.”
“Better pipe all hands to punishment, bo’sun,” said Sir Thomas.
“Ay, ay, sir,” said Barney, thrusting his hand in his breast; and bringing out a silver whistle attached to his neck by a black ribbon, he put it to his lips.
“No, no,” cried the captain, “we’re not aboard ship now. I wish we were,” he added, “eh?”
Sir Thomas nodded.
“Well, sir,” continued the captain, “are you ready to take your flogging?”
“Yes, sir,” said Pan, dolefully.
“And what will you say if I forgive you?”
“And make him forgive me too, sir?” cried Pan, nodding his head sideways at his father.