“Well, you are a queer one, Belt,” he said. “Not afraid to stand up before Mike Terry, and yet daren’t go and ask the luff to let you go ashore.”
“I’m not exactly afraid,” said Syd.
“But you daren’t go.”
“Yes, I dare,” he said; and he went up boldly now.
“Beg pardon, sir,” he said, touching his hat.
“Eh? Yes, Mr Belton; what is it?”
“May I go with the second cutter, sir?”
“You? Mr Roylance is going.”
“Yes, sir. I wanted to go too.”
“Like to take Mr Jenkins as well as Mr Bolton for a good game?”