A three-cornered table within arm's reach ran from the angle of the bows to the foremast.

At the after end, behind a well-used Plymouth stove, sat a boy about his own age, with a flat red face and a pair of twinkling grey eyes.

He was dressed in a blue jersey and high rubber boots.

Several pairs of the same sort of foot-wear, an old cap, and some worn-out woolen socks lay on the floor, and black and yellow oilskins swayed to and fro beside the bunks.

The place was packed as full of smells as a bale is of cotton.