He shook Reuben's hand heartily.
"You are a fine young fellow, Whitney; and your mother, if you have one, ought to be proud of you.

I should be, if you were a son of mine.

It was a lucky day for us all, when I shipped you on board the Paramatta; for it would have been a heavy day for us, if those two young ladies had been killed by that madman, yesterday.
"You look pale, lad, as much as one can see of you, and you will have to lie by for a bit.

I hear you lost a great deal of blood.
"Steward, bring another cup of cocoa with mine, a large one, and put plenty of milk in." The captain insisted on Reuben coming to his cabin to drink his cocoa.
"You had best knock off your allowance of spirits, till your wounds have healed up, lad.

I will tell the second mate to serve you out port wine, instead." Reuben now went forward, feeling very much the better for the cocoa.