Chapter 1. H.M.S. "Seafowl"
_ CHAPTER ONE. H.M.S. "SEAFOWL"
"Dicky, dear boy, it‘s my impression that we shall see no blackbird‘s cage to-day."
"And it‘s my impression, Frank Murray, that if you call me Dicky again I shall punch your head."
"Poor fellow! Liver, decidedly," said the first speaker, in a mock sympathetic tone. "Look here, old chap, if I were you, I‘d go and ask Jones to give me a blue pill, to be followed eight hours later by one of his delicious liqueurs, all syrup of senna."
"Ugh!" came in a grunt of disgust, followed by a shudder. "Look here, Frank, if you can‘t speak sense, have the goodness to hold your tongue."
The speakers were two manly looking lads in the uniform of midshipmen of the Royal Navy, each furnished with a telescope, through which he had been trying to pierce the hot thick haze which pretty well shut them in, while as they leaned over the side of Her Majesty‘s ship _Seafowl_, her sails seemed to be as sleepy as the generally smart-lo

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