"When you are in the early fifties, my lad, your ideas about age will be more accurate.

Besides, Nugent is seven or eight years older than I am." "What became of him ?" inquired Jem.
"He was off the moment we berthed," said his father, suppressing a smile.
"I don't mean that he bolted--he'd got enough starch left in him not to do that--but he didn't trespass on our hospitality a moment longer than was necessary.

I heard that he got a passage home on the Columbus.

He knew the master.

She sailed some time before us for London.