"I don't know what will become of the discipline of the ship, if the warrant officers venture to interfere in the way old Bitts has done," observed Voules. "We must pay him off some day; but as to that fellow Hargrave, he is beneath your notice. I wish that we could have got him as our mess boy; we would soon have tamed his spirit. However, I won't let slip any opportunity of punishing him as he deserves." Voules was as good as his word, every time the opportunity occurred, though he took very good care that Mr Bitts should not see him ill-treating Dick. He told Lord Reginald what he had done, apparently taking a pleasure in nourishing the resentment the young lord felt against the farmer's son. It was but natural that Dick himself should feel ill-will towards his persecutors. He did not complain to Mr Bitts, of whom he stood not a little in awe, but he frequently did so to Ben Rudall, who ground his teeth and clenched his fists as he listened. "We'll pay the chaps off one of these days," he muttered. "You've heard tell, Dick, of the mutiny at the Nore, when the men rose and took the whole fleet from their officers, and would not give in until the Admiralty granted their terms. To be sure, a few of them were run up to the yardarm, but the men won't stand bullying now any more than they did in those days. If officers don't know how to behave themselves they must be taught. I wouldn't advise you to give the young lord tit for tat, or turn round when he next hits you, and use the rope's end on his back, but I should be wonderfully inclined to try it on, and let them hang me afterwards if they like." Dick listened eagerly to what Ben said--the advice was too much in accordance with his own feelings. Voules had spoken of him to the first lieutenant and to some other officers, and described him as a young ruffian who had been leagued with smugglers, and was now the associate of men of the worst character on board. Dick was accordingly strictly, if not harshly treated, and though he had at first been well-disposed to do his duty, he became every day more and more discontented, and ready to retort upon those whom he looked upon as tyrants. The frigate had been ordered to cruise in the Channel off the French coast, and a sharp look-out was kept night and day for an enemy. "We shall soon see how these young gentlemen behave if we get alongside of mounseer. They can hold their heads high enough now, but when the Frenchman's shot come whizzing about their ears, they'll duck them fast enough," said Ben. "Is there a chance, then, of our having a battle?" inquired Dick. "I should like to be in one, just to see how things are managed." "If Captain Moubray is the sort of man I have heard him described, he'll do his best to look out for an enemy," replied Ben.