While waiting for a portion of his cargo, he had passed the previous
week pleasantly enough with some relatives in Exeter, and was now in a
masterful fashion receiving a report from the mate.
"There's one other thing," said the mate. "I dessay you've noticed how
sober old Dick is to-night."
"I kept him short o' purpose," said the skipper, with a satisfied air.
"Tain't that," said the mate. "You'll be pleased to hear that 'im an'
Sam has been talked over by the other two, and that all your crew now,
'cept the cook, who's still Roman Catholic, has j'ined the Salvation
Army."
"Salvation Army!" repeated the skipper in dazed tones. "I don't want
none o' your gammon, Bob."
"It's quite right," said the other. "You can take it from me. How it was
done I don't know, but what I do know is, none of 'em has touched licker
for five days. They've all got red jerseys, an' I hear as old Dick
preaches a hexcellent sermon. He's red-hot on it, and t'others follow
'im like sheep."
"The drink's got to his brain," said the skipper sagely, after due
reflection. "Well, I don't mind, so long as they behave theirselves."
He kept silence until Woolwich was passed, and they were running along
with all sails set, and then, his curiosity being somewhat excited, he
called old Dick to him, with the amiable intention of a little banter.
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