appointment, and had no longer any angry feeling about it. When Captain Len Guy and myself met on the quay, we took no notice of each other; nevertheless, I fancied there was some hesitation in his manner; as though he would have liked to speak to me. He did not do so, however, and I was not disposed to seek a further explanation.
At seven o'clock in the evening of the 14th of August, the island being already wrapped in darkness, I was walking on the port after I had dined, walking briskly too, for it was cold, although dry weather. The sky was studded with stars and the air was very keen. I could not stay out long, and was returning to mine inn, when a man crossed my path, paused, came back, and stopped in front of me. It was the captain of the Halbrane.
"Mr. Jeorling," he began, "the Halbrane sails tomorrow morning, with the ebb tide."
"What is the good of telling me that," I replied, "since you refuse—"
"Sir, I have thought over it, and if you have not changed your mind, come on board at seven o'clock."
"Really, captain," I replied, "I did not expect this relenting on your part."
"I repeat that I have thought over it, and I add that the Halbrane shall proceed direct to Tristan d'Acunha. That will suit you, I suppose?"
"To perfection, captain. To-morrow morning, at seven o'clock, I shall be on board."
"Your cabin is prepared."
"The cost of the voyage—"
"We can settle that another time," answered the captain, "and to your satisfaction. Until to-morrow, then—"
