We're in for it now, Pip--there'll be no quarter." Pip groaned; then Judy stood up.
"Let's creep down as far as the engine," she said, "and see if he does look very bad." They made their way cautiously along the deck, and took up a position where they could see without being seen.

The dear little General was sitting on the seat next to his stern father, who had a firm hold of the back of his woolly-pelisse.

He was sucking his little dirty hand, and casting occasional longing glances at his tan shoe, which he knew was delicious to bite.
Once or twice he had pulled it off and conveyed it to his mouth, but his father intercepted it, and angrily buttoned it on again in its rightful place.

He wanted, too, to slither off the horrid seat, and crawl all over the deck, and explore the ground under the seats, and see where the puffing noise came from; but there was that iron grasp on his coat that no amount of wriggling would move.

No wonder the poor child looked unhappy! At last the boat stopped at a wharf not far from Misrule, and the Captain alighted, carrying his small dirty son gingerly in his arms.