I'm very comfortable here." "That's very good of you, Raystoke, very good," said the lieutenant.
"And then it's of no use to complain.

I shall never get my promotion.
I'm too little and too fat." "No, that's not it," said Archy boldly; "they think you do the work so well that they will not remove you from the station." "No," said the lieutenant sadly; "it's because I am so stout.

I shall never be lifted now." Mr Brough was wrong, for two years later he was appointed to a frigate, and his first efforts were directed to getting Archy Raystoke and Ram berths in the same ship, where a long and successful career awaited them.
But with that we have at present nought to do.

This is the chronicle of the expedition of the _White Hawk_ to crush the smuggling on the Freestone Shore, the most famous place for the doings of those who set the King's laws at defiance.
It was some ten years later, when one of His Majesty King George's smartest frigates was homeward bound from the East Indies, where her captain had distinguished himself by many a gallant act, that, as she was making for Portsmouth, with the tall white cliffs of the Isle just in sight, a tall handsome young officer went to the side, where a sun-browned seaman was standing gazing shoreward, shading his eyes with his hand.
"Why, Ram," said the officer; "looking out for the scene of some of your old villainies ?" "No, sir," said the man, touching his cap.

"I was wondering whether my old mother was down on the cliff yonder, looking after the cows." "The cows!" cried the young lieutenant.