"We've run away to sea, sir," I explained.
"So I see," said the skipper, drawing nearer; "but, what right have you
to come aboard my craft?"
"We couldn't help it, sir," I answered, civilly, wishing to propitiate
him. "It was our only chance."
"Oh, then you'll find it a poor one, youngster," said he grimly.
"Boatswain!"
"Aye, aye, sir!" responded Jorrocks, stepping up.
"Do you know these boys?"
"I've seen 'em at Beachampton," said our friend.
"You don't know how they came aboard, eh?"
"No, I can't say as how I can say, 'zactly, cap'en."
"Well, then tie 'em up to the windlass and fetch me a rope's-end. Now,
my jokers," added he, turning to us, "I've sworn to larrup every
stowaway I ever finds in my brig, and I'm a going to larrup you now!"