It was an important thing to decide upon at short notice, but he was equal to it, and, having suggested gold-digging as the only profession he cared for, was promptly provided by the incensed captain with a stool in the local bank.
[Illustration: "A stool in the local bank."] He occupied it for three weeks, a period of time which coincided to a day with his father's leave ashore.

He left behind him his initials cut deeply in the lid of his desk, a miscellaneous collection of cheap fiction, and a few experiments in book-keeping which the manager ultimately solved with red ink and a ruler.
A slight uneasiness as to the wisdom of his proceedings occurred to him just before his father's return, but he comforted himself and Kate with the undeniable truth that after all the captain couldn't eat him.

He was afraid, however, that the latter would be displeased, and, with a constitutional objection to unpleasantness, he contrived to be out when he returned, leaving to Mrs.Kingdom the task of breaking the news.
The captain's reply was brief and to the point.

He asked his son whether he would like to go to sea, and upon receiving a decided answer in the negative, at once took steps to send him there.

In two days he had procured him an outfit, and within a week Jack Nugent, greatly to his own surprise, was on the way to Melbourne as apprentice on the barque _Silver Stream_.
He liked it even less than the bank.