d up they came, Black Harry at their head, as
sullen as a lot of schoolboys going up to be flogged, who had just
thought they had barred out the master.

"`It's no use your grumbling,' says Cap'en Jarvis, with a queer grin on
his face that was more angry-like than a pain, `It's no use your
grumbling with me! Aloft with you, and make that fore topsail all snug,
and set storm staysails, for we've got something rougher coming. I'll
settle with you, Master Harry, by-and-by!'"

"You haven't told me yet about this man, though I've read his name in
the papers. Who was Black Harry?" asked I.

"Haven't I told you about him yet? No; then, I'll tell you all about
him now, for he had more to do with the row aboard the _Gulnare_ than
anybody else! He was a regular dare-devil of a pocket-a-win, as they
are called at Liverpool--a tall, lean, down-east Yankee from Boston,
with jet-black hair, and a swarthy face, which made you think he had
nigger blood in him and got him his name of `Black Harry.' A powerful
man and a good foremast hand; but an all-fired lazy devil about work,
and as sulky as a bear when he didn't get his grub regular. He was no
coward though; and no skulker in danger, as some white-livered chaps are
who ought to be ashamed to ship as sailors, for he'd venture aloft
sometimes when no one else would dare, and was the first man at the
weather-earing when it was `Reef topsails!' But he had a temper as
skittish as the cap'en's, and couldn't stand being swore at. I've heard
him many a time mutter after the captain had been going on at him. I
know I'd not have liked to have said half to him that Captain Jarvis
did, for Black Harry looked like a man who would never forget nor
forgive a grudge.

"Well, by-and-by the hands came down from aloft; and amongst them Black
Harry, who lagged behind the rest, although he had been the first in the
foretop going up.

"`Come here, you lubber!' said the cap'en to him, singing out aloud as
he touched the deck--`you, I mean, Black Harry. I've got a little
matter to settle, I think, with you. Who incited the hands to mutiny
just now? I don't forget, Master Harry--I don't forget!'

"`Neither do I!' grumbled Harry below his voice.

"`What is that, you mutinous dog?' exclaimed the cap'en, flying into a
violent passion again, although he had somewhat calmed down from his
former rage--`Answer me to my teeth, you scoundrel? Take that!' and he
hit a drive full fair in the centr