The Two Shipmates | Page 2

answered Ralph; "I am sorry, however,
that you have made up your mind to leave us; still it's but natural, I
own."
"Ay, I should think so," said Dick, walking forward.
Dick might have been as active and bold a seaman as Ralph, but the
captain had, notwithstanding, ample reason for refusing to make him
his mate, for he was known to be wild on shore, and was often far from
attentive to his duty on board; while, though he professed to have

learned navigation, his calculations were not to be depended on. Still,
being good-natured and brave as need be, he was liked by the rest of
the crew, in spite of being thoughtless and inclined to give way to
temper. Ralph had a sincere regard for him. He saw his shipmate's
errors, but believed him possessed of redeeming good qualities, and
hoped that he would in time amend his bad ways.
Dick kept to his intention, and on reaching Plymouth bade his old
captain and shipmates good-bye. This occurred about a couple of years
before the time we are speaking of, and since then Ralph had heard
nothing of Dick Bracewell.
No sailor takes long to dress. Ralph was quickly ready, and a fine
young fellow he looked as he stepped back into the cabin habited in
what the old captain called his "shore-going toggery." Promising to be
on board again before midnight, he jumped into a boat which had just
come alongside, and told the waterman to pull for the landing-place.
"You must keep a sharp look-out not to fall in with the press-gangs,
master," observed the latter. "They are out every night, and are in no
ways particular on whom they lay hands."
"Thank you," answered Ralph; "I've no cause to fear them, and am not
going where they are likely to be looking for their prey."
Ralph had proceeded a few paces after landing, when he heard steps
behind him and felt a hand placed on his shoulder. Turning round he
saw a sailor-like man, who exclaimed, "What, Ralph Michelmore, old
chum! Don't you know me? I am Dick Bracewell. I'm sure I can't be
mistaken in you, for I saw the Amity come in at sunset, and hoped to
fall in with you, though I'd no fancy to go on board, do you see."
"And I'm right glad to meet you, Dick," said Ralph, grasping the other's
proffered hand. "Where have you been all these years?"
"Knocking about in one craft or another, and seeing something more of
the world than you have in your jog-trot old tub, I fancy," answered
Bracewell, with a laugh. "I've just come back from a voyage to the

West Indies, with my pockets full of shiners, which I'm going to try and
get rid of in enjoying myself. Come along, Ralph, and help me. I only
stepped on shore for the first time just as you did, so I've not begun
yet."
"Thank you, Dick; you mean it kindly, but I'm on my way to see some
friends, and have promised to be on board again to-night," said Ralph,
as they walked on together.
"What, not take a glass or two of grog with an old shipmate!" cried
Dick in an aggrieved tone. "Come, come, man, just for once be social."
"Even if I ever took liquor, which I don't, I haven't time to stay with
you," said Ralph, firmly; adding, after a moment's reflection, in the
hope of preventing his companion from committing the folly he
meditated, "Instead of doing as you propose, come along with me to see
an old lady and her granddaughter. They are great friends of mine, and
will welcome you for my sake; indeed, I'll confess that I hope some day
to marry the little girl."
"No, no, my boy; I should be left to do the polite to the old dame, while
you make love to the young one," answered Dick, with a hoarse laugh,
which Ralph did not like. "That sort of thing is not to my taste; still, to
please you, if you'll come in here and do as I want you, I'll think about
it." The door of a public-house stood temptingly open. Dick
endeavoured to drag in Ralph, who however resisted manfully, and tore
his arm away from his companion's grasp.
"Once more hear me, Dick," he said, unwilling to abandon his old
friend without another effort to save him. "If you take one glass you'll
take another and another, till you won't know what you are about, and
then ten to one you'll fall into the hands of crimps who'll fleece you of
every shilling in your pocket, or you'll get picked up by a press-gang
and be carried on board a man-of-war, not to regain your liberty