Will sat down on the low wall in front of the station and thought it over. After all, it seemed to him that it would be better to be on a fine ship and have a chance of fighting with the French than to sail in a merchantman. At the end of five years he would be twenty, and could pass as a mate if he chose, or settle on land. He would have liked to consult Miss Warden, but this was out of the question. He knew the men who had pursued him well enough to be sure that his life would not be safe if they caught him. He might make his way out of the station at night, but even that was doubtful. Besides, if he were to do so he had no one to go to at Scarborough; he had not a penny in his pocket, and would find it impossible to maintain himself until Miss Warden returned. He did not wish to appear before her as a beggar. He was still thinking when a shadow fell across him, and, looking up, he saw his friend Tom. “I have come round to see you, Will,” he said. “I don’t know what is to be done. Nothing will convince the village that you did not betray them.” “The thing is too absurd,” Will said angrily. “I never spoke to a coast-guardsman in my life till to-day, except, perhaps, in passing, and then I would do no more than make a remark about the weather. Besides, no one in the village has spoken to me for a month, so how could I tell that the lugger was coming in that night?” “Well, I really don’t think it would be safe for you to go back.” “I am not going back. I have not quite settled what I shall do, but certainly I don’t intend to return to the village.” “Then what are you going to do, Will?” “I don’t know exactly, but I have half decided to ship as a boy on one of the king’s ships.” “I should like to go with you wherever you go, but I should like more than anything to do that.” “It is a serious business, you know; you would have to make up your mind to be kicked and cuffed.” “I get that at home,” Tom said; “it can’t be harder for me at sea than it is there.” “Well, I have not got to decide until to-morrow; you go home and think it over, and if you come in the morning with your mind made up, I will speak to the officer here and ask him if they will take us both.” CHAPTER II IN THE KING’S SERVICE Before morning came Will had thought the matter over in every light, and concluded that he could not do better than join the navy for a few years. Putting all other things aside, it was a life of adventure, and adventure is always tempting to boys. It really did not seem to him that, if he entered the merchant service at once, he would be any better off than he would be if he had a preliminary training in the royal navy. He knew that the man-of-war training would make him a smarter sailor, and he hoped that he would find time enough on board ship to continue his work, so that afterwards he might be able to pass as a mate in the merchant service.