“Yes, my lad.”
“Anything, sir. There, I’ll never run away agen.”
“Will you be a good, obedient lad, and do as your father wishes you, and go to sea?”
“No,” said Pan, stolidly, “I won’t.”
“Humph! what are we to say to this, Sir Thomas?”
“Say?—that he’s a cowardly young swab.”
“Ay, ay, sir; that’s it,” cried Barney.
“Silence, sir. Look here, boy; we’ll give you another chance. Will you go to sea?”
The boy shook his head.
“What! not with my son?”