Mr.Hudson and his friend very soon made their way forward, and the ship was scarcely under way when Reuben, who was gazing over the bulwark at the shore, felt a hand laid on his shoulder.
"How are you today, Reuben?
Better, I hope?
It was too bad of you to run off in that way, this morning." "I am all right now, thank you, sir," Reuben answered.

"I felt just a little shaky at first, but the captain gave me a cup of cocoa when I came on board, and I feel now as if I were fit for duty again." "Oh, nonsense," Mr.Hudson exclaimed, "you mustn't think of work, for days yet.

No, you must come aft with me.

My daughter and Miss Furley are most anxious to see you; and my wife, too, is longing to add her thanks to mine." "You are very good, sir, but really I would rather not, if you will excuse me.

It is horrid being thanked and made a fuss about, just because, on the spur of the moment, one did one's duty." "That's all very well, Reuben; but you see, it wouldn't be fair to my daughter.