“Then it’ll have to be yet, lad; but it’s a bit early.”
“Yes, Barney.”
“They didn’t lose no time in ’tackling on yer.”
“No, Barney.”
“Well, lad, it’s part of a reefer’s eddication, so you’ll have to go through with it. You’re a toughish chickin as can whack my Pan; and he knows how to fight, as lots o’ the big lads knows at home.”
“I don’t want to fight,” said Sydney, bitterly.
“No, my lad, but you’ve got to now. Well, that there’s a big un, and he’ll lick you safe; but you give him a tough job to do it, and then all t’others ’ll let you alone.”
“Well, Syd, lad; seen your new messmates?” cried a cheery voice.
“Yes, uncle, I’ve seen them.”
“That’s right, boy. I’m going ashore now. I’m proud of your ship, Syd, proud of the crew, and proud of you, my lad. Keep your head up, and may I live to see you posted. No, that’s too much, but I must see you wear your first swab.”