“There you are,” said Bowers, turning to the mate with a wave of his hand.  “They’re precious anxious about me so long as it’s confined to jawing, and dropping tracts into my tea, but when it comes to a little hardship on their part, see how they back out of it.”

“We ain’t backing out of it,” said Dick cautiously; “but s’pose we do, how are we to be certain as you’ll jine us?”

“You ‘ve got my word for it,” said the other, “an’ the mate an’ cook witness it.”

“O’ course, you jine the Army for good, sir,” said Dick, still doubtfully.

“O’ course.”

“Then it’s a bargain, sir,” said Dick, beaming; “ain’t it, chaps?”

“Ay, ay,” said the others, but not beaming quite so much.  “Oh, what a joyful day this is!” said the old man.  “A Salvation crew an’ a Salvation cap’n!  We’ll have the cook next, bad as he is.”

“You’ll have biskit an’ water,” said the cook icily, as they moved off, “an’ nothing else, I’ll take care.”

“They must be uncommon fond o’ me,” said the skipper meditatively.

“Uncommon fond o’ having their own way,” growled the mate.  “Nice thing you’ve let yourself in for.”

“I know what I ’m about,” was the confident reply.

“You ain’t going to let them idiots fast for a week an’ then break your word?” said the mate in surprise.

“Certainly not,” said the other wrathfully; “I’d sooner jine three armies than do that, and you know it.”

“They’ll keep to the grub, don’t you fear,” said the mate.  “I can’t understand how you are going to manage it.”

“That’s where the brains come in,” retorted the skipper, somewhat arrogantly.

“Fust time I’ve heard of ’em,” murmured the mate softly; “but I s’pose you’ve been using pint pots too.”

The skipper glared at him scornfully, but, being unprovided with a retort, forbore to reply, and going below again mixed himself a stiff glass of grog, and drank success to his scheme.

Three days passed, and the men stood firm, and, realising that they were slowly undermining the skipper’s convictions, made no effort to carry him by direct assault.  The mate made no attempt to conceal his opinion of his superior’s peril, and in gloomy terms strove to put the full horror of his position before him.

“What your missis’ll say the first time she sees you prancing up an’ down the road tapping a tambourine, I can’t think,” said he.

“I shan’t have no tambourine,” said Captain Bowers cheerfully.

“It’ll also be your painful dooty to stand outside your father-in-law’s pub and try and persuade customers not to go in,” continued Bob.  “Nice thing that for a quiet family!”

The skipper smiled knowingly, and, rolling a cigar in his mouth, leaned back in his seat and cocked his eye at the skylight.

“Don’t you worry, my lad,” said he; “don’t you worry.  I’m in this job, an’ I’m coming out on top.  When men forget what’s due to their betters, and preach to ’em, they’ve got to be taught what’s what.  If the wind keeps fair we ought to be home by Sunday night or Monday morning.”