"Come along, boys; look sharp Here's old Dishy coming." "Hang old Dishipline; he's always coming when he isn't wanted. Tumble over." We three lads, midshipmen on board HM clipper gunboat the Teaser, did "tumble over"-in other words, made our way down into the boat alongside-but not so quickly that the first lieutenant, Mr Reardon, who, from his slightly Hibernian pronunciation of the word discipline and constant references thereto had earned for himself among us the sobriquet of "Dishy," did catch sight of us, come to the gangway and look down just as Double B had given the order to shove off, and was settling the strap of the large telescope he carried over his shoulder.