THE GAMBLERS IN NO.

8.
"It's coming on to blow," said Wilton, as the lookouts took their stations on the top-gallant forecastle.
"I don't think it will blow much; it is only freshening a little," replied Shuffles.
"Now, what about the mutiny ?" demanded Wilton, impatiently, after he had become more accustomed to the dash of the sea under the bows of the ship.
"Don't call it by that name," replied Shuffles, earnestly.

"Never use that word again." "That's what you mean--isn't it?
You might as well call things by their right names." "It's an ugly word, and if any one should happen to hear it, their attention would be attracted at once.

We musn't get in the habit of using it." "I don't know what you are going to do yet," added Wilton.
"It's a big job; but I mean to put it through, even if I am sure of failure." "What's the use of doing that?
Do you want to get the fellows into a scrape for nothing ?" "There will be no failure, Wilton; you may depend upon that.

There will be a row on board within a day or two, and, if I mistake not, nearly all the fellows will be so mad that they will want to join us." "What row ?" "Do you know the reason why I wouldn't shake props this evening ?" "I'm sure I don't." "Lowington has found out what is going on in the rooms." "He hasn't, though!" "Yes, he has." "How do you know ?" "What odds does it make how I know ?" answered Shuffles, impatiently, for Wilton was much too inquisitive to suit his purposes.