"Well, something like that, only he didn't fare half so well as a mate or any kind of an officer. All the old fellow gave him for his services was about twenty-five dollars a year and board."
"What made him ship on board the craft, then?"
"It was the only chance he had, so he thought he'd take it till he could find a better."
"What was the captain's name?" asked Bill, who stuck to his marine phraseology.
"His name was Squeers, and a tough old fellow he was. He had some thirty or forty boarding scholars, whom he treated shamefully. In the first place, he didn't allow them enough to eat."
"Why didn't they mutiny, and pitch the lubber overboard?" exclaimed Bill, indignantly.
"Because he had starved the spirit out of them. Besides, they were mostly small, and he had a wife as bad as himself, as well as a daughter who was——"
"A chip of the old block."