"Here, boy, come along." The new arrival gave him a friendly nod, and Mark's first sensation was that he would have preferred to stay with him, but the first-mate looked back, and he followed quickly into the cabin, where the sight of a comfortable meal, with clean cloth, and an appetising odour, changed the current of his thoughts.
"Engines that work want coal and water," said the mate gruffly.

"We've been at work; let's coal.

Sit down." Mark obeyed, and Bruff crept under his seat.
"You've brought that dog with you, then ?" "He came, sir." "Same thing.

I hate dogs.

Take off that cover." Mark obeyed, and there was a steaming dish of fried steak and onions, looking tempting in the extreme.
"Now, then, will you carve or be old woman ?" "I--I'll carve," said Mark, for though he had a suspicion that to be old woman meant pouring out the tea, he was not sure.
"Go ahead, then, my lad.