“Go and make yourself tidy,” he said sharply; “and mind if I find you’ve been doing me I’ll flay you alive.” The boy needed no second bidding. He dashed up on deck and, heedless of the gibes of the crew, began a toilet such as he had never before been known to make within the memory of man. “What’s up, kiddy?” inquired the cook, whose curiosity became unbearable. “Wot d’you mean?” demanded Henry with dignity. “Washin’, and all that,” said the cook, who was a plain creature. “Don’t you ever wash yourself, you dirty pig?” said Henry elegantly. “I s’pose you think doin’ the cookin’ keeps you clean, though.” The cook wrung his hands, and, unconscious of plagiarism, told Sam he’d be ’ung for ’im. “Me and the mate are goin’ for a little stroll, Sam,” observed the youth as he struggled into his jersey. “Keep your eyes open, and don’t get into mischief. You can give Slushy a ’and with the sorsepans if you’ve got nothin’ better to do. Don’t stand about idle.” The appearance of the mate impeded Sam’s utterance, and he stood silently by the others, watching the couple as they clambered ashore. It was noticed that Henry carried his head very erect, but whether this was due to the company he was keeping or the spick-and-span appearance he made, they were unable to determine. “Easy—go easy,” panted the mate, mopping his red face with a handkerchief. “What are you in such a hurry for?” “We shall be too late if we don’t hurry,” said Henry; “then you’ll think I’ve been tellin’ lies.” The mate made no further protest, and at the same rapid pace they walked on until they reached a quiet road on the outskirts of Gravesend. “There he is!” said Henry triumphantly, as he stopped and pointed up the road at the figure of a man slowly pacing up and down. “She’s at a little school up at the other end. A teacher or somethin’. Here they come.” As he spoke a small damsel with a satchel and a roll of music issued from a house at the other end of the road, the advanced guard of a small company which in twos and threes now swarmed out and went their various ways. “Nice girls, some of ’em!” said Henry, glancing approvingly at them as they passed. “Oh, here she comes! I can’t say I see much in her myself.” The mate looked up and regarded the girl as she approached with considerable interest. He saw a pretty girl with nice gray eyes and a flush, which might be due to the master of the _Seamew_—who was following at a respectful distance behind her—trying to look unconcerned at this unexpected appearance. “Halloa, Jack!” he said carelessly. “Halloa!” said the mate, with a great attempt at surprise. “Who’d ha’ thought o’ seeing you here!” The skipper, disdaining to reply to this hypocrisy, stared at Henry until an intelligent and friendly grin faded slowly from that youth’s face and left it expressionless. “I’ve just been having a quiet stroll,” he said, slowly turning to the mate. “Well, so long!” said the latter, anxious to escape.