That chap was running away with the ship, and I took hold of that wheel thing and turned her round, so as to come back to you when you kept waving your cap." "Hah! yes.

Well, what then ?" "Oh, the thing wanted oiling or greasing; it wouldn't go properly.

It got stuck fast, and the ship wouldn't move; and then the storm came.

I wish you wouldn't bother so." "Well, I _am_ blessed," cried the captain staring.

"I should have been proud to have been your father, my young hopeful.