d tones,
which the skipper rightly concluded to be his preaching voice. "We can't
do it--an' why can't we do it? Becos we feel good, an' we want you to
feel good too. We want to share it with you. Oh, dear friend--"

"That's enough," said the master of the Elizabeth Ann, sharply. "Don't
you go 'dear friending' me. Go for'ard! Go for'ard at once!"

With a melancholy shake of his head the old man complied, and the
startled skipper turned to the mate, who was at the wheel, and expressed
his firm intention of at once stopping such behaviour on his ship.

"You can't do it," said the mate firmly.

"Can't do it?" queried the skipper.

"Not a bit of it," said the other. "They've all got it bad, an' the more
you get at 'em the wuss they'll be. Mark my words, best let 'em alone."

"I'll hold my hand a bit and watch 'em," was the reply; "but I've always
been cap'n on my own ship, and I always will."

For the next twenty-four hours he retained his sovereignty undisputed,
but on Sunday morning, after breakfast, when he was at the wheel, and
the crew below, the mate, who had been forward, came aft with a strange
grin struggling for development at the corners of his mouth.

"What's the matter?" inquired the skipper, regarding him with some
disfavour.

"They're all down below with their red jerseys on," replied the mate,
still struggling, "and they're holding a sort o' consultation about the
lost lamb, an' the best way o' reaching 'is 'ard 'eart."

"Lost lamb!" repeated the skipper unconcernedly, but carefully avoiding
the other's eye.

"You're the lost lamb," said the mate, who always went straight to the
point.

"I won't have it," said the skipper excitably. "How dare they go on in
this way? Go and send 'em up directly."

The mate, whistling cheerily, complied, and the four men, neatly attired
in scarlet, came on deck.

"Now, what's all this nonsense about?" demanded the incensed man. "What
do you want?"

"We want your pore sinful soul," said Dick with ecstasy.

"Ay, an' we'll have it," said Joe, with deep conviction.

"So we will," said the other two, closing their eyes and smiling
rapturously; "so we will."

The skipper, alarmed, despite himself, at their confidence, turned a
startled face to the mate.

"If you could see it now," continued Dick impressively, "you'd be
frightened at it. If you could--"

"Get to your own end of the ship," spluttered the indignant skipper.
"Get, before I kick you there!"

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