Their beaming faces showed what heroes they considered themselves, and they longed to get on shore to recount their adventures.
"Here's a young scamp," said Captain Worse, "who went out a cabin boy, but now we have given him the rating of an apprentice. The Consul must know that we had two deaths at Rio--the devil's own climate.--Come, Lauritz, step forward and show yourself."
A lad of about seventeen was at last shoved forward, awkward and blushing; much soaping had made his chubby red face shine like an apple.
"What is his name?" said the Consul.
"Lauritz Seehus," answered the lad.
"Lauritz Boldemand Seehus," added the captain, giving the name in full.
The men tittered at this, for they were in the habit of calling him "Bollemand," or "The Baker."
"We always give special attention to Captain Worse's recommendations, and if the young man will but follow the example of such a worthy office