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"Or--become a mutineer!" said Barnabas, as the door opened to admit

Peterby, who (to the horror of the Gentles), actually brought in the ale himself; yet,

as he set it before the Bo'sun, his sharp eyes were quick to notice

his young htened as if in sympathy

"'Bully-Sawyer,' Seventy-four!" added the Bo'sun, rising and

extending his huge hand

"We are all going to Hawkhurst, at once, John," continued Barnabas,

"so pack up whatever you think necessary--a couple of valises will

do, and tell Martin I'll have the phaeton,--it's roos, will you, John?"

So John Peterby bowed, solemn and sedate as ever, and went upon his

errand But it is to be remarked that as he hastened downstairs, his

lips had taken on their humorous curve, and the twinkle was back in

his eyes; also he nodded his head, as ould say: "I thought so! The Lady Cleone Meredith, eh? Well,--the sooner the

better!"