"More than satisfied.

I was horribly disappointed at losing the lugger, and I made a hard fight for it, but your news--my dear boy--my dear Mr Gurr, this is splendid! What a despatch I can write!" "It will be the breaking up of the gang, will it not, sir ?" asked Archy.
"Yes, my dear boy; and an end to this wretched work.

They must promote me now, and draft you, too, into a good ship.

If we can be together, Mr Raystoke, I shall be delighted." That same night, as he was thinking about Ram Shackle, Archy went up to the lieutenant, who was walking up and down rubbing his hands.
"Beg pardon, sir, but may I ask a favour ?" "A dozen if you like, Raystoke, and I'll grant them if I can.

Want a run ashore ?" "No, sir.