The only thing that I could give as an excuse was that I’d never been in charge of a coal lighter before, but I jolly well knew that the Commander would say, ’And I’ll take care you never have charge again,’ so I kept quiet whilst he stormed at me, shouting that he’d make me pay for the twenty tons. When he was out of breath, he took me, dripping with coal water, to the Captain, who was very angry and very disappointed about the _Hercules_ part of it, but he hated the Commander bellowing at people, so wasn’t as severe as he might have been. He sent me away to right the lighter, and it took us—me and the foretop men—a couple of hours to do it, fixing ropes round her under water. We shouldn’t have done it even then hadn’t Stevens—one of the Engineer Lieutenants and a chum of mine—switched on the current to the electric fore capstan, and we hauled her round with this. Another loaded lighter had been brought off from the shore to make up for the coal I’d tipped into the harbour, and then we were sent to empty her, whilst the rest of the ship’s company sat with their feet dangling over the side, jeering at us. By the time we had finished we were all in a pretty bad temper, all except O’Leary, who kept up his ’pecker’ till the last basket had been filled and hauled up the side. ’I ought to have told you—anyway, sir; I’ve coaled from lighters time enough to have known better,’ he said, trying to buck me up. I reported myself to the Commander, had another burst of angry bellowing from him, and then every one had to clean ship. Bob and the Angel were shivering close to me, so I sent them down below to get out of their wet things, but they were up again in a couple of seconds, and could hardly speak for excitement. ’We’re off to Santa Cruz. They’ve collared a steamer as well as those Englishmen, and we’re off to give ’em beans. Isn’t that ripping?’ It jolly well was, but the youngsters had had just about enough of working in their wet clothes, and were shaking with cold, so I sent them down again and went on with my job—it didn’t make any difference whether hoses were turned on me or not, I was so wet. Presently, old Bill Perkins, our First Lieutenant, came limping along, his jolly old red face beaming all over. ’Never mind, Wilson, we’ll beat ’em another time; lucky none of you were hurt or drowned.’ He saw that I too was about blue with cold, and took my job whilst I changed into dry things. Old Ginger came over after dinner from the _Hercules_. ’They’re having a sing-song in the gun-room, but I thought I’d give you a look up,’ he told me—’awfully sorry about the lighter business.’ Of course he’d come across to cheer me, and he did too, both of us talking twenty to the dozen about Santa Cruz and the chances of our having a ’scrap.’