ok the rain and spray off their garments when their watch was over,
and called for grog.

"Steward, a glass of grog," cried one; "and let it be strong."

"The same for me," said Jack; "only, I'll mix it myself."

Jack poured out the rum till the tumbler was half full.

"Why, Littlebrain," said his messmate, "that is a dose; that's what we
call a regular _Nor-wester_."

"Is it?" replied Jack. "Well then, Nor-westers suit me exactly, and I
shall stick to them like cobblers' wax."

And during the whole of the winter months our hero showed a great
predilection for Nor-westers.

It was in the latter end of February that there was a heavy gale; it had
blown furiously from the northward for three days, and then it paused
and panted as if out of breath--no wonder! And then the wind shifted,
and shifted again, with squalls and heavy rain, until it blew from every
quarter of the compass.

Our hero's watch was over, and he came down and called for a
"Nor-wester" as usual.

"How is the wind now?" asked the first lieutenant the master, who came
down dripping wet.

"South South West, but drawing now fast to the Westward," said old
Spunyarn.

And so it was; and it veered round until "South West and by West
three-quarters _West_," with an angry gust, came down the sky-light, and
blowing strongly into our hero's ear, cried,--

"Oh, you false one!"

"False!" exclaimed Jack. "What! you here, and so angry too? What's the
matter?"

"What's the matter!--do you think I don't know? What have you been
doing over since I was away, comforting yourself during my absence with
_Nor-westers_?"

"Why, you an't jealous of a Nor-wester, are you?" replied Littlebrain.
"I confess, I'm rather partial to them."

"What! this to my face!--I'll never come again, without you promise me
that you will have nothing to do with them, and never call for one
again. Be quick--I cannot stay more than two minutes; for it is hard
work now, and we relieve quick--say the word."

"Well, then," replied Littlebrain, "you've no objection to
_half-and-half_?"

"None in the world; that's quite another thing, and has nothing to do
with the wind."

"It has, though," thought Jack, "for it gets a man in the wind; but I
won't tell her so; and," continued he, "you don't mind a raw nip, do
you?"

"No--I care for nothing except a Nor-wester."

"I'll never call for one again," replied Jack; "it is but making my grog
a little stronger; in future it shall