If you try any jokes on the sailors you may find they know a trick or two themselves." "Oh, I'm going to turn over a new leaf." "It's about time." Bob really intended to mend his ways.

This, perhaps, was due as much to a fear of what the sailors on the ship might do to him if he played any pranks on them as it was to a desire to reform.
That same night Captain Spark arrived at the Henderson home a little ahead of time.

He announced that his ship was ready to sail, and that he and Bob would depart the next morning for the seaport town.
"All ready, Bob ?" he asked.
"Aye, aye, sir." "That's the way to talk.

We may have to lay at the dock for a couple of days longer than I calculated on, but that will give you a chance to get acquainted with the ship before we strike blue water." "That will be good." With the return of the captain, Bob's visions of a life on the ocean wave were redoubled.
Mrs.Henderson cried a little when it came time to part the next morning, and there was a suspicious dampness in the eyes of Mr.
Henderson.

Bob also, in spite of the happy life he thought lay before him, was not altogether devoid of emotion.