I don't spoil you; do I, Bob ?" "No, Pa," replied the boy quickly; and the scene by the lake came back, to make him feel guilty again.
"There, run along," cried the Captain; and the next minute all was forgotten, for there was so much to do.
"Jack Robinson" was waiting, ready to grin with pleasure as Dot rushed at him, to show him the new doll, which he was allowed to take in his hands, the child trembling and flushing a little, as she saw directly after, that there were tarry marks upon his palms; but, _the dark drown did not come off_.
Then "Jack Robinson" was turning over the gun and the anchor, after which, with a wink and grin, he drew a little coil of new fishing-line from out of his breast.

"We shall be ship-shape now," he cried.
"Yes; come into our room," cried the Skipper.

"You may come and see too, Dot;" and the next minute, they were in the play and school-room.
There were plenty of expensive toys, but they were as nothing now beside the "Flash," which was placed on the table before Jack Robinson, who took his seat between the children, though the Skipper soon climbed from his chair, on to the table, where he sat, cross-legged, like a sailor making a sail, while Jack opened his big knife, to fit in the gun in its proper place, forward.
Just then the Skipper caught sight of Dot bending the new doll's legs to seat her on the table, and help see the proceedings.
In an instant the boy caught up the knife and held it out.
"Here, 'Jack,'" he cried, with mock ferocity, "get hold of that doll, and I'll cut off her head." "Oh!" shrieked Dot, but her cry was smothered by the noise made by the sailor's fist, as he banged it down on the table.
"Avast!" he roared fiercely.

"You put down that there jack-knife.
Didn't the Cap'n say as you wasn't to tease your sister ?" "Oh, yes!" cried the boy; "I forgot.

It was only my fun." "Your fun!" cried the sailor, looking his ugliest.