"What will you have, sir?" asked Tim, timidly, as he moved toward the Captain's chair.
A blow on the side of his head that sent him reeling half way across the cabin served as a reply, and it was followed by a volley of oaths that frightened him.'
"What do you mean by asking me what I'll have before you tell me what is ready? Next time you try to wait upon a gentleman, tell him what there is. Bring me some soda-water first."
This was an order that had not been provided for in the lessons given by Mr. Rankin, and Tim stood perfectly still, in frightened ignorance.
"Come, step lively, or I'll get up and show you how," roared the Captain, his face flushing to a deeper red, as his rage rose to the point of cruelty.
"Please, sir, I don't know where it is;" and Tim's voice sounded very timid and piteous.
"Don't know where it is, and been on board since yesterday! What do you suppose I hired you for? Take that, and that."
CAPTAIN PRATT ORDERS HIS BREAKFAST.