CHAPTER FORTY.
"Hullo, young fellow!" "Hullo, orficer!" "You must not speak like that," said Archy, as he encountered Ram on deck next morning, whistling softly as he neatly coiled down a rope.
"And you must touch your cap." "That way ?" said Ram.
"Yes; that will do, but you must say `Sir,' or `Ay, ay sir.'" "Ay, ay, sir." "Well, you seem to be settling down very soon." "Oh, yes, I'm all right.

What's the good of making a fuss.

Going ashore ?" "Yes.

Do you want to go ?" Ram shook his head.
"No; I should only see some of our chaps, and it would look as if I'd been splitting on them; and I didn't, did I ?" "No; you behaved very bravely and well, Ram." "Mean it--_sir_ ?" "Yes, I do, indeed." "Thank ye--sir," said Ram.

"No, don't let the skipper send me ashore; and--I say--" "Yes ?" "Tell mother I'm all right, and that I shan't have to go to prison, and that I'll get some one to tell her how I'm getting on now and then.
She's a good one is mother, that she is." "I'll tell her you have given up all smuggling, and that you are going to be a good sailor now." "Yes, do, please--sir.