"Mine's Ned Horner," he said, "and I hope we shall be friends, for I
can't make anything of the fellow who messes with me, George Esdale.
There's no fun in him, and he won't talk or do anything when it's his
watch below but read and sing psalms."
"I shall be glad to be friends with you," I answered, "but I don't
suppose it will be for long, as I expect we shall leave the ship
to-night or to-morrow morning."
"That may or may not be," he remarked, with a laugh. "Have you been
long at sea?"