Part 5 (1/2)
”Well, sir, I'll tell yer: they looks just like the tops o' bread loaves going to the oven”
”Like what?”
”I h with their fingers Finishes off by giving a poke in the top with a finger, and that closes up into a crinkly slit with a swelling around”
”Bah!” growled Aleck
”Well, you would askJem's?”
”Yes, sir; on'y ht like, but they arn't now But, there, don't you mind that, sir
They turn nasty colours like for a bit, but, as I says, don't you 'lar picter I don't knohat his father'll say when he sees him”
”And I don't knohat uncle will say when he sees me,” said Aleck, despondently
”Eh? The captain?” cried the sailor, in a startled tone of voice
”Phe-ew!” he whistled ”I forgot all about him I say, my lad, he won't like to see you this how”
”No,” said Aleck, diso and see for a fortnit, have you?”
”No, Tom; I have no relatives but Uncle Donne”
”That's a pity, sir Well, I dunno what you'd better do”
”Face uncle, and tell him the whole truth”
”To be sure, sir Of course That's the way you'd better lay your head--to the wind like And, look here, sir!”
”I can't look, Tom; my eyes feel closed up, and I can hardly see a bit”
”I , sir I used to be with a skipper as a downright savage if we got beaten off, and threatened to flog us But if on, and boarded a shi+p and took her, he'd laugh at our hurts and come round and shake hands and call us his brave lads”
”But what has that to do with uncle seeing me in this horrible state?”
”Why, don't you see, sir?” cried the sailor, eagerly ”He's a captain, and a fighting man”
Aleck frowned, but the sailor did not notice it, and went on: