CHAPTER TWENTY.
AFTER THE FIGHT.
"Bravo, Gnat! Well done, little 'un!" whispered Barkins the next minute, as I walked aft, feeling quite confused, while my headache and sensation of misery passed off as if by magic.

"Blacksmith would have done it better, of course; wouldn't you, Smithy ?" "Done it as well as you would," said my messmate sulkily; and there was a heavy frown on his brow; but, as he met my eyes, it cleared off, and he smiled frankly.

"I say: Well done our side!" he whispered.

"What would they do without midshipmen!" "I say, though," said Barkins, "we've given John Pirate another dressing-down; but what about the plunder ?" "Ah, of course," said Smith.

"Junks both burned, and no swag.