But, say, what repairs do you want?
Ahoy the _Hebe_, can you spare your sailmaker?
The _Spray_ wants a new jib.

Construction and repair, there! will you see to the _Spray_?
Say, old man, you must have knocked the devil out of her coming over alone in twenty-nine days! But we'll make it smooth for you here!" Not even her Majesty's ship the _Collingwood_ was better looked after than the _Spray_ at Gibraltar.
[Illustration: The _Spray_ at anchor off Gibraltar.] Later in the day came the hail: "_Spray_ ahoy! Mrs.Bruce would like to come on board and shake hands with the _Spray_.

Will it be convenient to-day!" "Very!" I joyfully shouted.
On the following day Sir F.Carrington, at the time governor of Gibraltar, with other high officers of the garrison, and all the commanders of the battle-ships, came on board and signed their names in the _Spray's_ log-book.

Again there was a hail, "_Spray_ ahoy!" "Hello!" "Commander Reynolds's compliments.

You are invited on board H.M.S._Collingwood_, 'at home' at 4:30 P.M.Not later than 5:30 P.M." I had already hinted at the limited amount of my wardrobe, and that I could never succeed as a dude.