Once there, he did his errands carefully, to Mr.
Bhaer's surprise and Mrs.Jo's great satisfaction.

The Commodore did growl at Dan's promotion, but was pacified by a superior padlock to his new boat-house, and the thought that seamen were meant for higher honors than driving market-wagons and doing family errands.

So Dan filled his new office well and contentedly for weeks, and said no more about bolting.

But one day Mr.Bhaer found him pummelling Jack, who was roaring for mercy under his knee.
"Why, Dan, I thought you had given up fighting," he said, as he went to the rescue.
"We ain't fighting, we are only wrestling," answered Dan, leaving off reluctantly.
"It looks very much like it, and feels like it, hey, Jack ?" said Mr.
Bhaer, as the defeated gentleman got upon his legs with difficulty.
"Catch me wrestling with him again.

He's most knocked my head off," snarled Jack, holding on to that portion of his frame as if it really was loose upon his shoulders.
"The fact is, we began in fun, but when I got him down I couldn't help pounding him.