“Your honor,” said the sailor, “is a father and a brother to me. I shall not forget.”
“Do thy duty,” said Sir Thurstan.
So I took the man to the kitchen, and fed him, and soon he went away.
“Young master,” said he, “if I can ever repay this kindness I will, yea, with interest. Pharaoh Nanjulian never forgets.”
With that he went away, and we saw him no more.
CHAPTER III.
ROSE.
There being no disposition on my part to renew our differences, and none on his to lead up to an open rupture, my cousin Jasper Stapleton and I got on together very well, until we had reached the age of nineteen years, when a new and far more important matter of contention arose between us.