“Hallo, doctor, is that yourself?” said the captain, whose eye had for some moments rested on Will.
“It is,” said the youth, extending his hand, which the other grasped and shook warmly.
“What! changed your mind—eh?”
“Yes, I’m going with you.”
“The governor bein’ agreeable?” inquired the captain.
Will shook his head.
“Hope there ain’t bin a flare-up?” said the captain earnestly.
“Not exactly,” said Will; “but he is displeased, and will not give his consent, so I have come away without it.”
At this the jovial skipper, who was styled captain by courtesy, sat down and shook his head gravely, while he removed his hat and wiped the perspiration from his bald forehead.
“It’s a bad business to run agin the wishes of one’s parents,” he said; “it seldom turns out well; couldn’t you come round him nohow?”