"You may come with me to Sorrento. You will find work there. I am
short-handed. I daresay you are worth a biscuit apiece."

He spoke in the roughest tone imaginable, and his black eyes--for he had
black eyes and thick black hair in spite of his red beard--looked angry
and fiery while he talked. Altogether you would have thought that he was
in a very bad temper and not at all disposed to take a couple of
starving lads on board out of charity. But he did not look at all such a
man as those awkward, gaudily dressed, unsteady fellows the boys had
seen in Antonino's shop on the previous night. He looked a seaman, every
inch of him, and they instinctively felt that as he stood there at the
helm he knew his business thoroughly and could manage his craft as
coolly in a winter storm as on this flat September sea, when the men
were getting the sweeps out because there was not a breath of wind to
stir the sails.

"Go forward and pick beans for dinner," he said.

That was the first job given the Children of the King when they went to
sea. For to sea they went and turned out seamen in due time, as good as
the master who took them first, and perhaps a little better, though that
is saying much.

And so I have told you who the Children of the King are and how they
shipped as boys on board of a Sorrento felucca, being quite alone in the
world, and now I will tell you of some things which happened to them
afterwards, and not quite so long ago.