"Perhaps you don't know that, by this time, we are at least forty miles from Boston."
"Could you send me back?" asked Charlie, his heart sinking within him.
"I suppose we might turn the ship about, and go back for your accommodation," said the mate, with a sneer; "but I don't think Capt. Brace would consent."
"Is there no way?" implored Charlie. "Couldn't you put me on board some ship going back?"
"You can speak to the captain about that. He has sent for you. Come along, and don't be all day about it."
Charlie stretched himself with the intent of gaining some relief from the stricture he had suffered, and prepared to do what he knew there was no means of evading, he followed Randall to the presence of Capt. Brace.
"Well, Jack," said Capt. Brace, showing his teeth in an unpleasant manner, "how do you like life on shipboard?"
"My name is not Jack," was our hero's reply.
"Indeed! Perhaps you will do me the favor to tell me what is it."