The captain was flinging down some papers on the table. Looking up he
recognized Ralph for the first time.
"That you, Ralph?" he said, banishing a scowl in a smile that had no
mirth in it. "Was it you outside?"
"Yes, sir."
"I did not know it was you. But we learn to look sharp and be spry on
shipboard. Did Bludson treat you well? Ah--that's good. Had a
pleasant time? I always want my men to enjoy themselves. I see you
have tidied up things here. You must keep this cabin clean, and also
these staterooms. You will also wait on the cabin table and take your
meals here."
The captain started for his own room, but looking back, said:
"Go forward, Neb will show you about making ready for supper."
From then on until flood tide, several hours later, both men and
officers were busy in stowing away and making things generally snug.
After his duties at the table were over, Ralph had little to do but to
watch what was going on around, which he did eagerly, striving to
master, as well as he could, the mystery and duties of the strange life
upon which he was entering.
As the hour grew late, only the watch on deck, together with the
officer in charge, remained above; that is except Ralph, who found
everything interesting. The first mate was in his berth, and the
captain writing in the cabin. Mr. Duff was walking to and fro near the
wheel, while in the forecastle the major part of the crew were in their
bunks.
It might have been near midnight.
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