Will you not come with us, Herapath? I will rate you midshipman in any ship I command, and you could be the Doctor’s assistant again. Things might be unpleasant for you in Boston.’ ‘Oh no, sir,’ said Herapath. ‘That would never do: though I am obliged to you for your care of me. I have ties here . . . and then, you know, we are enemies.’ ‘By God, so we are. I had forgot.
