hat are our relative positions--
those of commander of this sloop of war and very junior officer. Now,
Mr Roberts," continued the captain sternly, as he half turned his back
to Murray, "what have you to say for yourself?"
"Only that I'm very sorry to have been the cause of the trouble, sir."
"Humph! That's better," said the captain, "if your sorrow is real."
"Oh yes, sir; it's quite real, sir," said the youth hurriedly.
"Indeed! Well, I have my doubts, sir."
"But it really was quite an accident, sir," cried Roberts excitedly.
"Well, do you suppose, Mr Roberts, that I give you credit for purposely
hitching yourself on to that fish and trying to get yourself drowned?"
"Oh no, sir; of course not."
"Don't interrupt me, Mr Roberts," said the captain sourly.
"Why, you asked me a question," thought the lad, "and I was only
answering you;" and he turned very red in the face.
"I have been talking to Mr Anderson about this business, and he tells
me that you both came worrying him for permission to use the grains and
to waste your time trying to harpoon these fish that were playing about
the bows, eh?"
"It was I, sir, who went to ask Mr Anderson for leave."
"I was not addressing you, Mr Murray," said the captain coldly; and
then he continued: "Mr Anderson tells me that he put before you the
fact that you would both have been better employed in continuing your
studies of navigation. Now, you neither of you had the candour to tell
me this. Anything but work, gentlemen, and the display of a
determination to master your profession and grow worthy of trust, with
the possibility of some day becoming worthy of taking charge of a
vessel. I consider that you both--I say both, Mr Murray--took
advantage of my kindly disposition and obtained the permission that Mr
Anderson would have very properly withheld. Now look at the
consequences of your folly; one of you was nearly drowned; the other was
almost the cause of my losing one of my most valuable seamen in his
efforts to save your lives; and the discipline of my ship is completely
upset--a boat has to be launched, the doctor called upon to resuscitate
one of you; and now what have you to say for yourselves? Nothing, but
give me the paltry excuse of this being an accident. I tell you,
gentlemen, that it cannot be considered an accident or mischance, for I
look upon it as being a wilful disregard of your duties, and--er--er--
that will do."
The captain put
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