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"I like the idea," said Captain Acton, "of a naval officer being in charge of my vessel. The men of the Merchant Service are a very rough lot. Many of the masters and mates can scarcely read or write. They grope their way about by dead reckoning. They so little understand the treatment of men that their crews consider themselves as good as they, particularly when they bring the sailors aft, and hob-and-nob with the rum cask lifted through the hatch and broached in the cabin, till half the company lie motionless in drink, and the rest are fighting and running about mad. Two things the Navy teaches us: discipline and the art of it.",Sir William again asked Captain Acton if he had heard the news.,"Yes, it is," cried Greyquill. "For people like you who can't get on ought to get out.",Billy started. "Oh gosh! I dunno, Mr. Spencer; I jest cut the first ones come into my head.","I was determined to try. I could see no other way of frightening and disgusting him.",She received a smile full of perception of her point from Mr Lawrence.,Then, as the first note of a night-bird came soft and fluted from a distant willow copse, Billy took his hand and drew him up along the corduroy road stretching through the shadows.,"Down, Moll!" he whispered, as he cocked the old muzzle-loader. "They're headin' straight in. Them driller fellers are goin' to get a chance to make a clean-up on that bunch, sure!","Oh, Acton," exclaimed the Admiral, "nothing that you can say could approach what I feel, could express what I suffer.","Yep, cross my heart, an' spit on my thumb," grinned Billy.,Nelson's stump wagged with annoyance.,"Seen a what, your Anner?".