If anyone did you a great service, you would want to thank them, would you not ?" "Yes, I suppose so, sir," Reuben answered reluctantly; "but really, I hate it." "I can understand your feelings, my lad, but you must make up your mind to do it.

When anyone puts others under a vast obligation to him, he must submit to be thanked, however much he may shrink from it.

Come along, it will not be very dreadful." Reuben saw that there was no getting out of it, and followed Mr.
Hudson along the deck; feeling, however, more ashamed and uncomfortable even than he did when standing in the dock, as a criminal.

Captain Wilson walked beside him.

Hitherto he had not spoken, but he now laid his hand quietly upon Reuben's shoulder.
"My lad," he said, "I am not a man to talk much; but believe me that, henceforth, I am your friend for life." Reuben looked up, with a little smile which showed that he understood.