Such were Sir John Malyoe and his man, and the ill opinion our hero conceived of them was only confirmed by further observation.
The next day Sir John Malyoe's travelling-cases began to come aboard the Belle Helen , and in the afternoon that same lean, villanous man-servant comes skipping across the gangplank as nimble as a goat, with two black men behind him lugging a great sea-chest. "What!" he cries out, "and so you is the supercargo, is you? Why, to be sure, I thought you was more account when I saw you last night a-sitting talking with his honor like his equal. Well, no matter," says he, "'tis something to have a brisk, genteel young fellow for a supercargo. So come, my hearty, lend a hand and help me set his honor's cabin to rights."
What a speech was this to endure from such a fel
