2/9 Plenty blead; plenty fish; plenty meat. Velly long time catchee." Our men laid down the oars with a great deal of care and precision, as if it was important that they should not be a quarter of an inch wrong, and our coxswain doubled himself up to indulge in a good long comfortable chuckle, while I could not help whispering to the young lieutenant-- "I say, Mr Brooke, I wasn't very far wrong ?" "No, my lad," he said, with a smile; "I give in. I was all prejudice against the poor fellow, but I was justified in a great deal that I said. Appearances were dead against him. |