"I'm not going to let our junior ride roughshod over me, if you're fool enough to." "I shall be fool enough to kick you out of the cabin if you touch him," cried Barkins angrily.

"I won't have him bullied; and it was a mean sneaking thing to go telling tales as you did to old Dishy." "Look here," cried Smith, "if any one is a sneak it's you, for harking back and taking the miserable little beggar's side." "Never mind about that; you let him alone." "Oh, I say, Tanner," I said, "don't quarrel with him about me.

What he said did no harm.

Mr Reardon was as friendly as could be." "That's a cracker," cried Smith sharply.
At that moment a marine came to the door.
"First lieutenant wants to see Mr Herrick directly." "Yes; where is he ?" I said, smiling--purposely, of course.
"With the cap'n, sir, on the quarter-deck." "All right; I'll be there directly." The man saluted and marched off, while I followed to the door, where I turned, thrust in my head, and said banteringly-- "Now be good boys and don't fight while I'm gone." _Bang_! A book off the table, flung by Smith, struck the door which I was holding half open, for I saw the missile coming, and dodged it.

Then I popped my head in again.
"Don't take any notice of him, Tanner," I cried; "he's bilious.