You may depend on having justice
done you."
"I never doubted it, Captain Truck."
"No, sir; and you never winked. The mainmast does not stand up in a gale
firmer than you stood up to the niggers."
"Mr. Effingham, sir--and Mr. Sharp--and particularly Mr. Blunt--"
"Let me alone to deal with them. Even Toast acted like a man. Well, Leach,
they tell me poor Monday must slip, after all."
"I am very sorry to hear it, sir; Mr. Monday laid about him like a
soldier!"
"He did, indeed; but Bonaparte himself has been obliged to give up the
ghost, and Wellington must follow him some day; even old Putnam is dead.
Either you or I, or both of us, Leach, will have to throw in some of the
consolations of religion on this mournful occasion."
"There is Mr. Effingham, sir, or Mr. John. Effingham, elderly gentlemen
with more scholarship."
"That will never do. All they can offer, no doubt, will be acceptable, but
we owe a duty to the ship. The officers of a packet are not
graceless-horse-jockeys, but sober, discreet men, and it becomes them to
show that they have some education, and the right sort of stuff in them on
an emergency. I expect you will stand by me, Leach, on this melancholy
occasion, as stoutly as you stood by me this morning."
"I humbly hope, sir, not to disgrace the vessel, but it is likely Mr.
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