From this light gossip Mr. Strangways turned and addressed himself to the devilled kidneys, remarking that in his Britannic Majesty's service a man was hungry as a matter of course; which I afterwards and experimentally found to be true. Well--not to protract the tale--an hour later we took boat with our belongings, under Mr. Strangways' escort, and were pulled on a swift tide down to the ship. It so happened that the first and second lieutenants were standing together in converse on the break of the poop when we climbed on board and were led aft to report ourselves. The second lieutenant, Mr. Fraser (in whom we recognised our friend of the night before) stepped to the gangway and shook hands with a jolly smile. His superior offered us no such cheerful welcome, but stuck his hands behind him and scowled. "H'm," said he, "are these your two infants? They look as if they had been making a night of it." I could have answered (but did not) that we must be looking pasty-faced indeed if his gills had the advantage of us: for the man was plainly fretting himself to fiddle-strings with anxiety. He turned his back upon us and called forward for one of the master's mates, to whom he gave orders to show us our hammocks. We saluted and took leave of him, and on our way below fell in with Strangways again, who haled us off to introduce us to the gun-room. Of the gun-room and its horrors you'll have formed--if lads still read their Marryat nowadays--your own conception; and I will only say that it probably bears the same relation to the _Melpomene's_ gun-room as chalk to cheese. The _Melpomene's_ gun-room was low--so low that Strangways seldom entered it but he contused himself--and it was also dark as the inside of a hat, and undeniably stuffy. Yet to me, in my first flush of enthusiasm, it appeared eminently cosy: and the six midshipmen of the _Melpomene_--Walters, de Havilland, Strangways, Pole, Bateman, Countisford--six as good fellows as a man could wish to sail with. Youth, youth! They had their faults: but they were all my friends till the yellow fever carried off two at Port Royal; and two are alive yet and my friends to-day. I tell their six names over to-day like a string of beads, and (if the Lord will forgive a good Protestant) with a prayer for each. Our next business was to become acquainted with the two marines who had carried our chests below, and who (as we proudly understood) were to be our body-servants. We were on deck again, and luckily out of hearing of our fellow-midshipmen, when these two menials came up to report themselves: and Hartnoll and I had just arrived at an amicable choice between them. "Here, Bill," said the foremost, advancing and pointing at me with a forefinger, "which'll it be? If you _don't_ mind, I'll take the red-headed one, to put me in mind o' my gal."