Crown and Anchor: Under the Pen'antHutcheson, John C. (John Conroy)
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Crown and Anchor: Under the Pen'ant
Hutcheson, John C. (John Conroy)
Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
He was quite right; for, three weeks' association on board, though I had
been brought little in contact with him, had taught me to know his
character pretty well. I had learnt that the best way to get on with
Mr Bitpin was, to let him do all the talking and only to answer him
when necessity required.
It was advisable also that the reply should be made in the fewest words
possible, such a course giving him no ground for further complaint.
When I returned, some few minutes later, with the desired refreshment
for the lieutenant, which I brought up myself, thus saving the wardroom
steward, who was a very decent fellow, a probable wigging besides
getting a cup of coffee myself as a bonus for performing the service, I
found the decks swabbed and almost dry; the ropes, too, were all coiled
and flemished down handsomely, and everything around looking as neat as
a new pin.
Mr Bitpin, also, was in a better humour, a sip of the smoking coffee,
which apparently was just to his taste, adding to his content at the
scrubbing operations having been accomplished to his satisfaction.
"Thank you, my boy, for bringing this," he said, with a smack of his
lips as he took a good long gulp of the grateful fluid, giving an
approving nod to me. "That lazy steward would have taken half-an-hour
at least if you had left it to him. When I'm as young as you are, I'll
do as much for you."
I grinned at this, as did Ned Anstruther, who likewise winked in a
knowing way to me behind Mr Bitpin's broad back; but, before I could
reply to the lieutenant's complimentary speech, Commander Nesbitt made
his appearance on the poop, having come up the after-hatchway and gone
into and out of the captain's cabin again, without either of us seeing
him.
"Ah, good morning, Mr Bitpin," he said, looking somewhat surprised at
seeing that gentleman there. "I thought Mr Jellaby had the morning
watch to-day?"
"So he had, sir," answered the lieutenant, hastily putting down his
empty cup under the binnacle out of sight of the commander, who he knew
disliked anything out of order on deck. "But, sir, Mr Jellaby was late
off last night from the admiral's ball, and he begged me to take the
duty for him. It is a great nuisance; for, I only turned in at Two
Bells in the middle watch, myself. Of course, though, I couldn't be
disobliging, you know, sir."
"Of course not, Mr Bitpin," said Commander Nesbitt, amused at this
unexpected piece of good nature from one who very seldom put himself out
for anybody. "It does not matter in the least; but, I told Jellaby I
wished to shorten in cable as soon as the decks were washed down."
"He didn't tell me anything about that, sir, when he came on board this
morning; for I met him at the gangway," growled out the crusty
lieutenant in his usual surly way. "He was full of some Miss Thingamy's
dancing and made me sick by telling me at least twenty times over what a
`chawming gurl' she was!"
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