Cheesacre, too, had adopted something of a sailor's garb. He had on a jacket of a rougher sort, coming down much lower than that of the captain, being much looser, and perhaps somewhat more like a garment which a possible seaman might possibly wear. But he was disgusted with himself the moment that he saw Bellfield. His heart had been faint, and he had not dared to ornament himself boldly as his friend had done. "I say, Guss, you are a swell," he exclaimed. It may be explained that Captain Bellfield had been christened Gustavus.
"I don't know much about that," said the captain; "my fellow sent me this toggery, and said that it was the sort of thing. I'll change with you if you like it." But Cheesacre could not have worn that jacket, and he walked on, hating himself.

Cheesacre, too, had adopted a sailor's garb. He had on a rougher, looser jacket than the captain's, perhaps more like a real seaman's garment. But he was disgusted with himself the moment that he saw Bellfield.
"I say, you are a swell," he exclaimed.
"I don't know about that," said the captain. "I'll change with you if you like." But Cheesacre could not have worn that jacket, and he walked on, hating himself.
