"I do think," said Rivers, a midshipman of some two years older standing than Dick, "that your are the luckiest youngster in the service. It is not one fellow in a hundred thousand who has such chances."
"That is so, Rivers," one of the lieutenants answered; "but it is not one in a hundred thousand who, having gone through such adventures, would have been alive to tell them at the end. The getting into these scrapes may be luck, but the getting out of them demands courage, coolness, and quickness of invention such as not one lad in a thousand possesses. Now, Rivers, tell me honestly whether you think that had you been cut off as he was in that sortie at Lucknow, you would ever have thought of robbing that old fakir of his wig?"
"No," Rivers said; "I am quite sure it would never have occurred to me. Yes, as you say, sir, Dick Warrener has no end of luck, but he certainly deserves and makes the best of it."
