“Yes, I see,” said Rodd.
“That’s right; and before I go I just want to say it was very thoughtful of you to promise that the lads shouldn’t have any drink. I got into several rows when I was young and green, and went ashore with boats’ crews. They used to try on all sorts of dodges to get away to the public-house. I say, get that uncle of yours to stop about here fishing for a bit. I want to get you aboard the Di and spend an evening with us at the mess. Do. I shall get to like you.”
“All right; I will try,” said Rodd. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been aboard a man-of-war.”
“Eh? Where?”
“Plymouth harbour.”
“Oh yes, I forgot. That’s where you live when you are at home. Why don’t you join altogether? You are just cut out for a middy.”
“Couldn’t leave uncle. Going to be a naturalist.”
“A what?”
“Scientific gentleman.”
“But serve the King!”