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place in my life； so that； if the Rawlings went down in a gale； my friends might have the limited satisfaction of knowing what had become of me。
Pepper shook his head discouragingly； and sought in every way to dissuade me from the step。 He drew a disenchanting picture of the existence of a cabin…boy； whose constant duty （according to Pepper） was to have dishes broken over his head whenever the captain or the mate chanced to be out of humor； which was mostly all the time。 But nothing Pepper said could turn me a hair's…breadth from my purpose。
I had little time to spare； for the advertisement stated explicitly that applications were to be made in person within four days。 I trembled to think of the bare possibility of some other boy snapping up that desirable situation。
It was on Monday that I stumbled upon the advertisement。 On Tuesday my preparations were completed。 My baggage…consisting of four shirts； half a dozen collars； a piece of shoemaker's wax； （Heaven knows what for！） and seven stockings； wrapped in a silk handkerchief…lay hidden under a loose plank of the stable floor。 This was my point of departure。
My plan was to take the last train for Boston； in order to prevent the possibility of immediate pursuit； if any should be attempted。 The train left at 4 P。M。
I ate no breakfast and little dinner that day。 I avoided the Captain's eye； and wouldn't have looked Miss Abigail or Kitty in the face for the wealth of the Indies。
When it was time to start for the station I retired quietly to the stable and uncovered my bundle。 I lingered a moment to kiss the white star on Gypsy's forehead； and was nearly unmanned when the little animal returned the caress by lapping my cheek。 Twice I went back and patted her。
On reaching the station I purchased my ticket with a bravado air that ought to have aroused the suspicion of the ticket…master； and hurried to the car； where I sat fidgeting until the train shot out into the broad daylight。
Then I drew a long breath and looked about me。 The first object that saluted my sight was Sailor Ben； four or five seats behind me； reading the Rivermouth Barnacle！
Reading was not an easy art to Sailor Ben； he grappled with the sense of a paragraph as if it were a polar…bear； and generally got the worst of it。 On the present occasion he was having a hard struggle； judging by the way he worked his mouth and rolled his eyes。 He had evidently not seen me。 But what was he doing on the Boston train？
Without lingering to solve the question； I stole gently from my seat and passed into the forward car。
This was very awkward； having the Admiral on board。 I couldn't understand it at all。 Could it be possible that the old boy had got tired of land and was running away to sea himself？ That was too absurd。 I glanced nervously towards the car door now and then； half expecting to see him come after me。
We had passed one or two way…stations； and I had quieted down a good deal； when I began to feel as if somebody was looking steadily at the back of my head。 I turned round involuntarily； and there was Sailor Ben again； at the farther end of the car； wrestling with the Rivermouth Barnacle as before。
I began to grow very uncomfortable indeed。 Was it by design or chance that he thus dogged my steps？ If he was aware of my presence； why didn't he speak to me at once？ 'Why did he steal round； making no sign； like a particularly unpleasant phantom？ Maybe it wasn't Sailor Ben。 I peeped at him slyly。 There was no mistaking that tanned； genial phiz of his。 Very odd he didn't see me！
Literature； even in the mild form of a country newspaper； always had the effect of poppies on the Admiral。 'When I stole another glance in his direction his hat was tilted over his right eye in the most dissolute style； and the Rivermouth Barnacle lay in a confused heap beside him。 He had succumbed。 He was fast asleep。 If he would only keep asleep until we reached our destination！
By and by I discovered that the rear car had been detached from the train at the last stopping…place。 This accounted satisfactorily for Sailor Ben's singular movements； and considerably calmed my fears。 Nevertheless； I did not like the aspect of things。
The Admiral continued to snooze like a good fellow； and was snoring melodiously as we glided at a slackened pace over a bridge and into Boston。
I grasped my pilgrim's bundle； and； hurrying out of the car； dashed up the first street that presented itself。
It was a narrow； noisy； zigzag street； crowded with trucks and obstructed with bales and boxes of merchandise。 I didn't pause to breathe until I had placed a respectable distance between me and the railway station。 By this time it was nearly twilight。
I had got into the region of dwelling…houses； and was about to seat myself on a doorstep to rest； when； lo！ there was the Admiral trundling along on the opposite sidewalk； under a full spread of canvas； as he would have expressed it。
I was off again in an instant at a rapid pace； but in spite of all I could do he held his own without any perceptible exertion。 He had a very ugly gait to get away from； the Admiral。 I didn't dare to run； for fear of being mistaken for a thief； a suspicion which my bundle would naturally lend color to。
I pushed ahead； however； at a brisk trot； and must have got over one or two miles…my pursuer neither gaining nor losing ground…when I concluded to surrender at discretion。 I saw that Sailor Ben was determined to have me； and； knowing my man； I knew that escape was highly improbable。
So I turned round and waited for him to catch up with me； which he did in a few seconds； looking rather sheepish at first。
〃Sailor Ben；〃 said I； severely； 〃do I understand that you are dogging my steps？〃
〃'Well； little mess…mate；〃 replied the Admiral； rubbing his nose； which he always did when he was disconcerted； 〃I am kind o' followin' in your wake。〃
〃Under orders？〃
〃Under orders。〃
〃Under the Captain's orders？〃
〃Sure…ly。〃
〃In other words； my grandfather has sent you to fetch me back to Rivermouth？〃
〃That's about it；〃 said the Admiral； with a burst of frankness。
〃And I must go with you whether I want to or not？〃
〃The Capen's very identical words！〃
There was nothing to be done。 I bit my lips with suppressed anger； and signified that I was at his disposal； since I couldn't help it。 The impression was very strong in my mind that the Admiral wouldn't hesitate to put me in irons if I showed signs of mutiny。
It was too late to return to Rivermouth that night…a fact which I communicated to the old boy sullenly； inquiring at the same time what he proposed to do about it。
He said we would cruise about for some rations； and then make a night of it。 I didn't condescend to reply； though I hailed the suggestion of something to eat with inward enthusiasm； for I had not taken enough food that day to keep life in a canary。
'We wandered back to the railway station； in the waiting room of which was a kind of restaurant presided over by a severe…looking young lady。 Here we had a cup of coffee apiece； several tough doughnuts； and some blocks of venerable spongecake。 The young lady who attended on us； whatever her age was then； must have been a mere child when that sponge…cake was made。
The Admiral's acquaintance with Boston hotels was slight； but he knew of a quiet lodging…house near by； much patronized by sea…captains； arid kept by a former friend of his。
In this house； which had seen its best days； we were accommodated with a mouldy chamber containing two cot…beds； two chairs； and a cracked pitcher on a washstand。 The mantel…shelf was ornamented with three big pink conch…shells； resembling pieces of petrified liver； and over these hung a cheap lurid print； in which a United States sloop…of…war was giving a British frigate particular fits。 It is very strange how our own ships never seem to suffer any in these terrible engagements。 It shows what a nation we are。
An oil…lamp on a deal…table cast a dismal glare over the apartment； which was cheerless in the extreme。 I thought of our sitting…room at home； with its flowery wall…paper and gay curtains and soft lounges； I saw Major Elkanah Nutter （my grandfather's father） in powdered wig and Federal uniform； looking down benevolently from his gilt frame between the bookcases； I pictured the Captain and Miss Abigail sitting at the cosey round table in the moon…like glow of the astral lamp； and then I fell to wondering how they would receive me when 1 came back。 I wondered if the Prodigal Son had any idea that his father was going to kill the fatted calf for him； and how he felt about it； on the whole。
Though I was very low in spirits； I put on a bold front to Sailor Ben； you will understand。 To be caught and caged in this manner was a frightful shock to my vanity。 He tried to draw me into conversation； but I answered in icy monosyllables。 He again suggested we should make a night of it； and hinted broadly that he was game for any amount of riotous dissipation； even to the extent of going to see a play if I wanted to。 I declined haughtily。 I was dying to go。
He then threw out a feeler on the subject of dominos and checkers； and observed in a general way that 〃seven up〃 was a capital game； but