"What would he say?" repeated Shuffles, who was as much surprised at the high rank he had gained as his companion had been.
"Yes; what would he say if I should tell him of it?"
"He would say you were a mean pup for telling tales out of school; at least, he ought to say so, and I think he would. Lowington is a pretty good fellow, after all."
"No doubt he is, now you are third lieutenant."
"You needn't snuff at it, Wilton. If you want a place, why don't you sail in, and get one. Just look out for your marks; that's all you have to do."
"Marks! I thought a fellow seventeen years old was not to be put up or put down by marks," said Wilton, bitterly.
"That depends somewhat upon whether you get in or out," laughed Shuffles.
"I suppose you and Paul Kendall will be fast friends now," added the discontented student.
"Kendall behaves very well, and has treated me first rate since I went into the cabin."
"I suppose if I want to run away, you will stop me now."