Part 1 (1/2)
Syd Belton.
by George Manville Fenn.
CHAPTER ONE.
THE BOY WHO WOULD NOT GO TO SEA.
”Here you, Syd, pa.s.s the port.”
Sydney Belton took hold of the silver decanter-stand and slid it carefully along the polished mahogany table towards where Admiral Belton sat back in his chair.
”Avast!”
The ruddy-faced old gentleman roared out that adjuration in so thunderous a way that the good-looking boy who was pa.s.sing the decanter started and nearly turned it over.
”What's the matter, Tom?” came from the other end of the table, where Captain Belton, a st.u.r.dy-looking, grey-haired gentleman nearly as ruddy as his brother, was the admiral's _vis-a-vis_.
”He's pa.s.sing the decanter without filling his own gla.s.s!” cried the admiral. ”Fill up, you young dog, and drink the King's health.”
”No, thank you, uncle,” said the boy, quietly, ”I've had one gla.s.s.”
”Well, sir, so have I. Don't I tell you I'm going to propose the King's health?”
”I'll drink it in water, uncle.”
”What, sir? Drink the health of his most gracious Majesty in raw water!
Not if I know it.”
”But port wine makes my face burn, uncle, and Doctor Liss says--”
”Confound Doctor Liss, sir! Hang Doctor Liss, sir! By George, sir, if I were in active service again, and your Doctor Liss were in my squadron, I'd have him triced up and give him twelve dozen, sir.”
”No, you wouldn't, uncle,” said the boy, cracking a walnut, and glancing at his father, who was watching him furtively.
”What, sir? I wouldn't? Look here, brother Harry, Liss is corrupting this boy's mind.”
”I don't know about corrupting, Tom,” said the captain, smiling, ”but he certainly does seem to be putting some queer things into his head.”
”So it seems. Teaches him to drink the King's health in water.”
”No, he didn't, uncle,” said the boy, cracking another walnut.
”Yes, he did, sir. How dare you contradict me! Confound you, sir, if I had you aboard s.h.i.+p I'd mast-head you.”
”No, you wouldn't, uncle,” said the boy, dipping a piece of freshly-peeled walnut in the salt and crunching it between his teeth.
”What, sir?”
”I say you would not,” replied the boy.