The boys--whom he amused by opening a large white umbrella,
green-lined, to shield him from the noonday sun on the upper deck--
promptly christened him "Moonface."
This Mr. Harris, still in charge of the Second Officer, happened
along the gun-deck as they finished singing "_Be present at our
table, Lord_," and were sitting down to dinner. From their places
they marched up one by one, each with his dinner-basin, to have it
filled at the head of the table.
"Hallo, you, Andrew!" called out the Second Officer. "Fetch that
basin along here. I want the gentleman to have a look at the ship's
food."
Link came forward, stretched out a long arm, and thrust the basin
under the visitor's nose.
"Perhaps," said he, "the toff would like a sniff at the same time?
There's Sweet Williams for a summer's day!"
"There, that'll do, Link! Go to your place, my lad, and don't be
insolent," said the Second Officer hastily, with a nervous glance at
Mr. Harris.
But Mr. Harris merely blinked behind his glasses.
"Yes, yes, to be sure," he agreed. "Pork _is_ tricky diet in such
weather as we're having!"
IV.
Half an hour later, having detached himself gently from his escort,
Mr.
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