“Mayhap you’ve been sea-sick. You’ll get over it soon, and then you’ll find it jolly.”
“No, I have not been sick; but I don’t like the sea.”
“Then what brought you here?” said Tom, in natural wonder.
“Captain Brandon. He served me a mean trick.”
“Avast there, my lad!” said Tom, lowering his voice, and looking around him significantly. “It aint best to talk ag’in the cap’n, leastways so he can hear.”
“I’m not afraid,” said our hero, firmly. “I told him so myself.”
“What’s that?” asked Tom, incredulously.
“I told Captain Brandon he had served me a mean trick.”
“And he knocked you down with a belaying-pin?” suggested Tom.