Owen told him how he himself had learned so rapidly, and advised him to follow the same plan.
“Among so many men you will find several good natured enough to explain matters to you, and never fail to ask the why and the wherefore of anything you see done,” he said. “Do not be disheartened should you receive a rebuff. If you ask me, and I don’t know, I’ll try and get information from some one.”
Nat followed this advice, and improved rapidly. The first mate had now no legitimate excuse for ill-treating him, but it seemed, notwithstanding that his ill-feeling towards the lad had increased, so that even on the most trivial pretexts he would give him a taste of the rope’s end. Midge, although he keenly felt the ill-treatment he received, did not resent it. Of course the example set by the mate was followed by the badly disposed among the crew, who unmercifully bullied poor Nat.
Owen, observing this, was highly indignant.
“You should complain to the captain. I am sure that he would not allow it,” observed Owen.
“If I do I shall only be worse off than ever, for the mate will bring proof that I deserve all I get,” answered Nat.
“But I can bear evidence in your favour,” said Owen.
“The mate will prove that you know nothing about the matter, that you do not see how I behave, and I shall be treated ten times as badly as before,” said poor Nat. “Tom Dicker, who has made two voyages, says that he had to go through as much as I have, and advised me to grin and bear it. Sometimes it is more than I feel I can do, and I am like to jump overboard.”
“Don’t allow so dreadful a thought to enter your mind,” exclaimed Owen.
“O no, no! I don’t really think of doing it,” answered Nat. “I should miss the object for which I came to sea. I have a number of brothers and sisters, and no father or mother. I want to become a sailor, and make money and help to support them, for there is only our old grandmother left, and it is a hard matter for her to feed and clothe them.”