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Old England was reached at length. I need not give the particulars of
the passage home. Nothing very particular occurred. Portsmouth was a
very busy place in those days. Ships fitting out or paying off kept up
a constant bustle. The water was alive, the streets were alive with
human beings, and the inns were full of them. We were several days
paying off, but at length were once more free. I was eager to go and
see my mother, and the Little Lady, and our kind friends. Mr Schank,
having business in Portsmouth, told me to go on before him, promising to
follow in a few days.

"Give my love to my mother and sisters, and my very kind regards to your
excellent mother," he said.

I thought he looked somewhat oddly as he spoke, and I have an idea that
a more ruddy glow than usual came over his features; but that of course
might have been fancy. Oldershaw, who lived a little to the north of
Whithyford, agreed to accompany me, and Dicky Esse and Tom Twig happened
to be going up to London the same day. We therefore all took our places
on the coach together. Oldershaw had secured the box seat; we three
took our places behind him. There was one other spare place, and we
were wondering who would occupy it, when a stout, large-whiskered,
middle-aged man climbed up and took the seat. By the way he stepped up,
and by his general appearance, I saw at once that he was a seaman.
Whether he was an officer or not I could not exactly make out. The
guard's horn sounded, and off we dashed up Portsmouth High Street. I
had by this time grown into a tall, well-made lad. I looked indeed, as
I was, quite a young man, particularly contrasted with my companions,
who, though really older, were both remarkably small for their age. We
were not too old, however, to be up to all sorts of midshipmen-like
pranks, and Oldershaw had some difficulty in keeping us in order. Dicky
and Tom were somewhat inclined to play their tricks on our companion,
and made several attempts to sell him. He took their jokes, however, in
very good part, and always turned their batteries upon themselves. I
was sitting on the opposite side to him.

"Take care what you are about," I whispered to Esse. "He may be a
post-captain or an admiral, and you will find he is one of your
examining captains when you come to pass."

"They do not travel on the top of stage coaches," answered Dicky. "Only
small fry enjoy that privilege--lieutenants, mates, and midshipme