It was kind of him to bring the things to amuse me, and better food.

Wants to be friends! But who's going to be friends with a scoundrel like that?
I don't want his rubbish--only to be able to keep strong and well, so as to escape first chance." "Likes me, does he ?" muttered the midshipman, after a pause.

"I should think he does.

Such impudence! Friends indeed! Oh, it's insufferable!" Archy's words were very bitter, but, somehow, all the time he kept thinking about their adventure, and the lad's bravery, and then about his having saved him.
"I suppose he liked that," said Archy, after a time, talking aloud, for it was pleasant to hear a voice in the solemn darkness, even if it was only his own.
He grew a little more softened in his feelings, and, after resisting the temptation for three hours, and vowing that he would keep to bread and water and starve himself before he would let them think he received their gifts, he found himself thinking more and more of the friendly feeling of the boy and his show of gratitude.

Then he recalled all that had passed about the proposal to escape--to set him at liberty--to be his companion; and he was obliged to own that Ram had behaved very well.
"For him," he said contemptuously, and then such a peculiarly strong suggestion of its being dinner-time reminded him that he ought to partake of food, that he opened the basket, and the temptation was resisted no longer.
Pride is all very well in places, but there is a strength in cold roast chicken, plum puffs, and cream-cheese, that will, or did in this case, sweep everything before it; and, after making a very hearty meal, the midshipman almost wished that he had Ram there to talk to as a humble companion in that weary solitude.
"He's a miserable, contemptible beggar," said Archy at last, "but I need not have been quite so rough with him as I was.".