"I'm not half such a growler as you are, bosun; but, all the same, I'm glad you've got the job done.

Who's been looking after the dock mateys below, seeing to the stowage ?" "Misther Saunders, sorr," promptly answered Rooney.

Adding aside for my enlightenment as to who this worthy might be: "The `sicond mate,' sure, mavourneen." "Ah, then we need have no fears about its being well done," rejoined Mr Mackay, or the first mate, as I'd better call him.

"Who is our friend here alongside of you, bosun?
I don't recollect having the pleasure of seeing him before.

Another youngster from Leadenhall Street--eh ?" He looked at me inquiringly as he asked the question.
"Yes, sorr.