smile; "there is only one thing, this wretched boat shakes herself like a dog coming out of the water, and it makes my head confused."
"Dear Crockston, and it is for my sake."
"For you and him," replied Crockston, "but not a word about that, John; trust in God, and He will not forsake you."
So saying, John Stiggs and Crockston went to the sailor's berth, but the sailor did not lie down before he had seen the young novice comfortably settled in the narrow cabin which he had got for him.
The next day, at six o'clock in the morning, Crockston got up to go to his place; he went on deck, where the first officer ordered him to go up into the rigging, and keep good watch.
At these words the sailor seemed undecided what to do; then making up his mind, he went towards the bows of the "Dolphin."
"Well, where are you off to now?" cried Mr. Mathew.
"Where you sent me," answered Crockston.
"I told you to go to the main-mast."
"And I am going there," replied the sailor, in an unconcerned tone, continuing his way to the poop.
"Are you a fool?" cried Mr. Mathew, impatiently; "you are looking for the bars of the main on the foremast. You are like a cockney, who doesn't know how to twist a
