"You be the captain, Hawkesbury." "No, thank you," said he, smiling gratefully.

"I really am not used to this sort of thing; but I think Smith, now, would be just the fellow." I considered this beautiful of Hawkesbury, coming so soon after Smith's rather uncomplimentary behaviour to him.
The proposition was generally approved.

Smith was not a favourite, but he had made the only suggestions of any real use in the present case, and appeared to have entered into the scheme so warmly that it was evident no one would make a better captain.
He received his new dignity with great complacency.
"I'll do my best," said he, "if you fellows will back me up and stick to the engagement." Our time was now getting brief, so after a few more hurried suggestions and discussions we separated and returned to our ordinary duties.
That evening the Henniker was no better than she had been during the day.

Her brief sojourn in society that afternoon had not improved her a bit, Flanagan, as usual, suggested a plausible reason.
"I expect," whispered he, "she went after a new pupil and didn't hook him; that's why she's in such a precious tantrum." "Flanagan!" cried the well-known voice--"Flanagan, come here!" Flanagan obeyed, and stood meekly before the tyrant.
"This is the eighth time to-day, Flanagan, I have rebuked you for talking.

You are detained for the rest of the term.