"Very well. Mr. Robson!"
"Yes, sir."
"Twenty men wanted for the Nashville. We can spare them, and Captain Long is short-handed."
"Now," laughed Captain Long, "give me a fair selection, Mr. Robson. No cripple, mind."
"All our men are up to the mark."
"Good! The sooner you can send them aboard the better, for I want to start."
Lieutenant Robson lost no time. He had twenty men paraded on deck. Amongst them happened to be Young Glory and Dan Daly.
Lieutenant Robson passed his eye along them.
"If he doesn't like them," he said to himself, "he's hard to please."
In truth he would be, for a finer body of men never stepped the deck of a ship.