‘Perhaps you would like to come into the cabin,’ said Jack, taking Stephen’s elbow in an iron grip. ‘Your things will be brought aboard directly, never trouble yourself’ – Stephen cast a look into the boat and seemed about to break away. ‘I shall see to it myself at once, sir,’ said the first lieutenant. ‘Oh, Mr Simmons,’ cried Stephen, ‘pray bid them be very tender of my bees.’ ‘Certainly, sir,’ said the first lieutenant, with a civil inclination of his head.
