"Introduce
Mr. Breezy to the young gentlemen. Stop! Where's Mr. Swizzle?"
"At the masthead, sir."
"Where's Mr. Lankey?"
"At the masthead, sir."
"Mr. Briggs?"
"Masthead, too, sir."
"And the rest of the young gentlemen?" roared the enraged officer.
"All masthead, sir."
"Ah!" said Captain Boltrope, as he smiled grimly, "under the
circumstances, Mr. Breezy, you had better go to the masthead too."
CHAPTER III.
At the masthead I made the acquaintance of two youngsters of about
my own age, one of whom informed me that he had been there three
hundred and thirty-two days out of the year.
"In rough weather, when the old cock is out of sorts, you know, we
never come down," added a young gentleman of nine years, with a
dirk nearly as long as himself, who had been introduced to me as
Mr. Briggs. "By the way, Pills," be continued, "how did you come
to omit giving the captain a naval salute?"
"Why, I touched my hat," I said, innocently.
"Yes, but that isn't enough, you know. That will do very well at
other times. He expects the naval salute when you first come on
board--greeny!"
I began to feel alarmed, and begged him to explain.
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