At the close of the last chapter we had got our hero fairly on board the Bouncing Betsey, on what he supposed to be a brief visit, but[81] which his companion had resolved should be far otherwise.

Randall did not at first undeceive his youthful attendant. He felt that it would hardly be polite, as the ship was lying at the wharf surrounded by other vessels, and the disturbance and vigorous resistance which Charlie would be apt to make when told what was in store for him might attract a degree of attention which might prove fatal to his plans.

They had scarcely set their feet upon deck, when they encountered Captain Brace.

The mate glanced significantly at the boy by his side, and carelessly put his finger to his lips in token of silence, at the same time saying, "A lad whom I have promised to initiate into some of the mysteries of seamanship."

"He may find the knowledge useful to him some time," said the captain, with a grim smile. "Do you think you should like going to sea, my lad?"

"No, sir," returned Charlie, promptly, "I don't think I should."

"Why not?"

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"I should get tired of seeing the sea all the time."

"You would get used to it."

"I never should like it so well as the land. Besides, I should not like to leave my mother."

"Well, my lad, if you should ever change your mind," said the captain, with a wicked glance at Randall, "I hope you'll give me the first offer of your services."

"Yes, sir," said our hero, thinking the captain very affable and polite, though, to be sure, his appearance was hardly as prepossessing as it might have been.

"The captain seems to be a very nice man," said he to Randall, after that officer had left them.

"Oh, yes," answered Randall, dryly, "a very fine man the captain is. I'm glad you like him."

"Have you been to sea a long time?" inquired Charlie.

"Yes, I have been ever since I was a boy."

"Do you like it?"

"Very much. It seems like home to me[83] now. I shouldn't be willing to live on land for any length of time."

"Did you begin very young?"

"I was about sixteen. How old are you?"

"Almost fourteen. I shall be fourteen next month."

"You are a very good size for your age."

"Yes," said Charlie, with boyish pride, drawing himself up to his full height. Like most boys, he liked to be told he was large of his age.

"My father was quite a large man," added our young hero.

"I know it," muttered Randall to himself, as the handsome face and manly form of the father rose before him. They were imprinted more vividly upon his memory, because he felt that it was these very advantages which had enabled his rival to succeed in winning the prize for which he had vainly contended.

"Did you speak?" said Charlie, hearing indistinctly the words which his companion muttered.

"No," said Randall, shortly. "But I promised to show you something about the[84] vessel. I suppose you know the names of the masts."

"Yes, sir."

"What do they call this?"

"This is the main-mast," answered Charlie, promptly, "and the others are called the fore-mast and mizzen-mast."

"That is right; I suppose the masts seem high to you."

"Yes, very high," said Charlie, stretching his neck to enable him to see the top.

"Then you don't think you should like to go aloft?" said Randall, playing with him as a cat plays with a mouse.

"I don't believe I could. It would make me dizzy."

"You could do better than you think for, if you were obliged to."

"Perhaps I might," said Charlie, doubtfully. "Do the boys on board ship have to go up there?"

"I had to when I was a boy."

"Wer'n't you afraid?"

"I suppose I was, but that didn't do any good,—I had to go."

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"Wer'n't you afraid of losing your hold?"

"Yes, but it isn't often a boy loses his hold going up the first time. He is so frightened that he clings to the ro............