“Deary me!” she said a little while after, “isn’t he like Teddy, now?”
Sam burst out laughing.
“Why, Teddy was a slim boy of fourteen, and this laddie here’s a fine strapping fellow, nearly six feet high, and as broad in the beam as a Dutch sloop!”
However, Jane wouldn’t be convinced but that I was the very image of her own lost child; and, as I had all her wealth of affection in consequence, I’m sure I have no reason to complain.
I took up my quarters at “Old Calabar Cottage,” as Sam loved to hear people call it, rolling out the full name himself with great gusto; and, in a little while, as things went on in the old way, I got so accustomed to everything around me that I could almost fancy my first voyage and the burning of the Esmeralda were a dream, as well as all my later experiences of the sea.
But, after a time, I began to long again to be on the deep, desiring once more to be daring its dangers and glorying in that “life on the ocean wave” which, once tasted by the true-born sailor, can never be given up altogether. I had just begun to deliberate with myself as to what sort of ship I should seek, and whither I would prefer to voyage for my next trip, when Sam came back from Plymouth one morning brimful of news.
“Well, laddie—who d’ye think I met to-day?” he called out to me, almost before he was quite inside the house.
“I’m sure I can’t guess,” I replied. “Who?”
“Why, Cap’en Billings, my cockbird!”
“Captain Billings!” I said, with surprise. “I thought he was in China.”