And it would be the making of Scudamore, who reminds me of his father more and more, every time I come across him." The fleet under Captain Tugwell had quite lately fallen off from seven to five, through the fierce patriotism of some younger members, and their sanguine belief in bounty-money.

Captain Zeb had presented them with his experience in a long harangue--nearly fifty words long--and they looked as if they were convinced by it.

However, in the morning they were gone, having mostly had tiffs with their sweethearts--which are fervent incentives to patriotism--and they chartered themselves, and their boats were numbered for the service of their Country.

They had done their work well, because they had none to do, except to draw small wages, and they found themselves qualified now for more money, and came home at the earliest chance of it.
Two guineas a day for each smack and four hands, were the terms offered by the Admiral, whose hard-working conscience was twitched into herring-bones by the strife between native land and native spot.

"I have had many tussles with uncertainty before," he told Dolly, going down one evening, "but never such vexation of the mind as now.