And the lieutenant
quailed before his boy. He could not meet his gaze, but turned away.
"Very odd," continued Smallbones, perceiving the advantage he had
gained.
"Leave the cabin, sir," cried Vanslyperken.
"Sha'n't I make no inquiries how this ere knife came there, sir?"
replied Smallbones.
"No, sir, mind your own business. I've a great mind to flog you for its
being found there--all your carelessness."
"That would be a pretty go," murmured Smallbones, as he shut the cabin
door.
The feeling of vengeance against Smallbones, was now redoubled in the
breast of his master; and the only regret he felt at the transactions of
the day before was, that the boy had not been drowned.
"I'll have him yet," muttered the lieutenant; but he forgot that he was
shaving himself, and the involuntary movements of his lips caused him to
cut a large gash on his right cheek, from which the blood trickled fast.
"Curses on the"--(razor he was going to say, but he changed it
to)--"scoundrel!"
A slice with a razor is certainly a very annoying thing. After a certain
time, Mr Vanslyperken finished his toilet, called for his breakfast,
went on deck, and as the day was fine, ordered the paint to be renewed,
and then went on shore to ascertain if there were any commands for him
at the admiral's office.
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