CHAPTER V.T'OTHER EEND OF THE GUN.
"Squire," said Mr.Hopewell, one morning when we were alone on the quarter-deck, "sit down by me, if you please.

I wish to have a little private conversation with you.

I am a good deal concerned about Sam.

I never liked this appointment he has received: neither his education, his habits, nor his manners have qualified him for it.

He is fitted for a trader and for nothing else.