"Terry, lad," said Skipper Tom, gently, "you've done ill the day."
"Ay, sir."
"I 'low," Skipper Tom apologized, "that you isn't very well."
"I'm not ailin', sir," Terry whimpered.
"An I was you," Skipper Tom admonished, "I'd not spend time in weepin'."
"I'm woebegone, sir."
"You're a coward, God help you!" Skipper Tom groaned.
"Ay, sir."
Skipper Tom put a hand on the boy's knee. His voice was very gentle.
"There's no place in the world for a man that's afeard o' the sea," he said. "There's no work in the world for a coward t' do. What's fetched you to a pass like this, lad?"