Late again, Nic," said Captain Revel. "Very sorry, father." "Yes, you always are 'very sorry, ' sir. I never saw such a fellow to sleep. Why, when I was a lad of your age-let's see, you're just eighteen." "Yes, father, and very hungry," said the young man, with a laugh and a glance at the breakfast-table. "Always are very hungry. Why, when I was a lad of your age I didn't lead such an easy-going life as you do. You're spoiled, Nic, by an indulgent father.-Here, help me to some of that ham.-Had to keep my watch and turn up on deck at all hours; glad to eat weavilly biscuit.-Give me that brown bit.-Ah, I ought to have sent you to sea. Made a man of you. Heard the thunder, of course?