"Oh! because he wants to go where he likes, to turn about if he pleases and go the other way without accounting for his motives to anybody. He never leaves these southern seas, Mr. Jeorling; we have been going these many years between Australia on the east and America on the west; from Hobart Town to the Kerguelens, to Tristan d'Acunha, to the Falklands, only taking time anywhere to sell our cargo, and sometimes dipping down into the Antarctic Sea. Under these circumstances, you understand, a passenger might be troublesome, and besides, who would care to embark on the Halbrane? she does not like to flout the breezes, and goes wherever the wind drives her."
"The Halbrane positively leaves the Kerguelens in four days?"
"Certainly."
"And this time she will sail westward for Tristan d'Acunha?"
"Probably."
"Well, then, that probability will be enough for me, and since you offer me your services, get Captain Len Guy to accept me as a passenger."
"It's as good as done."
"All right, Hurliguerly, and you shall have no reason to repent of it."
"Eh! Mr. Jeorling," replied this singular mariner, shaking his head as though he had just come out of the sea, "I have never repented of anything, and I know well that I shall not repent of doing you a service. Now, if you will allow me, I shall take leave of you, without waiting for Atkins to return, and get on board."
With this, Hurliguerly swallowed his last glass of
