n' you know, sir, men always work better when they're in good
spirits."

"Ay, well do I know that," said the captain, "for I've had a good deal
to do wi' men in my time, and I have always found that Christian sailors
as a rule are worth more than unbelievers, just because they work with a
will--as the Bible puts it, `unto the Lord and not unto men.' You've
heard of General Havelock, no doubt?"

"Oh yes, sir, you mean the Indian general who used to look after the
souls of his men?"

"That's the man," returned the captain. "Well, I've been told that on
one occasion when the commander-in-chief sent for some soldiers for
special duty, and found that most of 'em were drunk, he turned an' said,
`Send me some of Havelock's saints: they can be depended on!' I'm not
sure if I've got the story rightly, but, anyhow, that's what he said."

"Ay, sir, I sometimes think it wonderful," said the mate, "that
unbelievers don't themselves see that the love of God in a man's heart
makes him a better and safer servant in all respects--according to the
Word, `Godliness is profitable to the life that now is, as well as that
which is to come.' There's the fleet at last, sir!"

While speaking, the mate had been scanning the horizon with his glass,
which he immediately handed to the captain, who rose at once and saw the
line of the Short Blue like little dots on the horizon. The dots soon
grew larger; then they assumed the form of vessels, and in a short time
the carrying-steamer was amongst them, making straight for the admiral,
whose smack was distinguishable by his flag.

"What is the admiral's name?" asked the captain as they advanced.

"Davidson--Joe Davidson; one of the brightest young fellows I ever
knew," answered the captain of the steamer, who came on the bridge at
that moment, "and a true Christian. He is master of the _Evening
Star_."

"Why, I thought that was the name of a smack that was wrecked some time
ago near Yarmouth--at least so my friends there wrote me," said Captain
Bream with sudden interest; and well might he feel interest in the new
_Evening Star_, for it was himself who had given the thousand pounds to
purchase her, at Ruth Dotropy's request, but he had not been told that
her skipper, Joe Davidson, had been made admiral of the fleet.

"So it _was_ the _Evening Star_, sir, that was wrecked, but some
open-handed gentleman in London bought a new smack for widow Bright and
she called it by the same name, an'