“Get off that box,” said the big policeman who had come back with the boy. “Take your sixpence an’ go. If I catch you down this way again——” He finished the sentence by taking the fellow by the scruff of the neck and giving him a violent push as he passed him. “Waterman’s fare is threepence,” he said to the boy, as the man in the boat, with an utterly expressionless face, took the chest from him. “I’ll stay here till he has put you aboard.” The boy took his seat, and the waterman, breathing hard, pulled out towards the vessels in the tier. He looked at the boy and then at the figure on the steps, and, apparently suppressing a strong inclination to speak, spat violently over the side. “Fine big chap, ain’t he?” said the boy. The waterman, affecting not to hear, looked over his shoulder, and pulled strongly with his left towards a small schooner, from the deck of which a couple of men were watching the small figure in the boat. “That’s the boy I was going to tell you about,” said the skipper, “and remember this ’ere ship’s a pirate.” “It’s got a lot o’ pirates aboard of it,” said the mate fiercely, as he turned and regarded the crew, “a set o’ lazy, loafing, idle, worthless——” “It’s for the boy’s sake,” interrupted the skipper. “Where’d you pick him up?” inquired the other. “He’s the son of a friend o’ mine what I’ve brought aboard to oblige,” replied the skipper. “He’s got a fancy for being a pirate, so just to oblige his father I told him we was a pirate. He wouldn’t have come if I hadn’t.” “I’ll pirate him,” said the mate, rubbing his hands. “He’s a dreadful ’andful by all accounts,” continued the other; “got his ’ed stuffed full ’o these ’ere penny dreadfuls till they’ve turned his brain almost. He started by being an Indian, and goin off on ’is own with two other kids. When he wanted to turn cannibal the other two objected and gave ’im in charge. After that he did a bit ’o burgling, and it cost ’is old man no end o’ money to hush it up.” “Well, what did _you_ want him for?” grumbled the mate. “I’m goin’ to knock the nonsense out of him,” said the skipper softly, as the boat grazed the side. “Just step for’ard and let the hands know what’s expected of ’em. When we get to sea it won’t matter.” The mate moved off grumbling, as the small fare stood on the thwarts and scrambled up over the side. The waterman passed up the chest and, dropping the coppers into his pocket, pushed off again without a word. “Well, you’ve got here all right, Ralph?” said the skipper. “What do you think of her?” “She’s a rakish-looking craft,” said the boy, looking round the dingy old tub with much satisfaction; “but where’s your arms?” “Hush!” said the skipper, and laid his finger on his nose. “Oh, all right,” said the youth testily, “but you might tell _me_.” “You shall know all in good time,” said the skipper patiently, turning to the crew, who came shuffling up, masking broad grins with dirty palms.