“I don’t believe if the old gentleman can look down at ye he begrudges the worst of his voyages nor the blackest night he ever spent on deck, if you’re going to have the spending of the money.  Not but what Miss Prince has treated me handsome right straight along,” the old sailor explained, while the inspector, thinking this not a safe subject to continue, spoke suddenly about some fault of the galley; and after this was discussed, the eyes of the two practiced men sought the damaged mizzen mast, the rigging of which was hanging in snarled and broken lengths.  When Nan asked for some account of the accident, she was told with great confidence that the Highflyer had been fouled, and that it was the other vessel’s fault; at which she was no wiser than before, having known already that there had been a collision.  There seemed to be room enough on the high seas, she ventured to say, or might the mischief have been done in port?

“It does seem as if you ought to know the sense of sea talk without any learning, being Cap’n Jack Prince’s grand-darter,” said old Goodsoe; for Captain Parish had removed himself to a little distance, and was again investigating the condition of the ship’s galley, which one might suppose to have been neglected in some unforgivable way, judging from his indignant grumble.

“Fouled, we say aboard ship, when two vessels lay near enough so that they drift alongside.  You can see what havick ’t would make, for ten to one they don’t part again till they have tore each other all to shoestrings; the yards will get locked together, and the same wind that starts one craft starts both, and first one and then t’other lifts with a wave, don’t ye see, and the rigging’s spoilt in a little time.  I’ve sometimes called it to mind when I’ve known o’ married couples that wasn’t getting on.  ’T is easy to drift alongside, but no matter if they was bound to the same port they’d ‘a’ done best alone;” and the old fellow shook his head solemnly, and was evidently selecting one of his numerous stories for Nan’s edification, when his superior officer came bustling toward them.

“You might as well step down here about four o’clock; I shall have the keys then.  I may want you to hold a lantern for me; I’m going into the lower hold and mean to do my work thoroughly, if I do it at all,” to which Goodsoe responded “ay, ay, sir,” in most seamanlike fashion and hobbled off.

“He’d have kept you there all day,” whispered Captain Walter.  “He always loved to talk, and now he has nothing else to do; but we are all friendly to Goodsoe.  Some of us pay a little every year toward his support, but he has always made himself very useful about the wharves until this last year or two; he thought everything of your grandfather, and I knew it would please him to speak to you.  It seems unfortunate that you should have grown up anywhere else than here; but I hope you’ll stay now?”