REJOINED
Four days later Monsieur Duchesne came down with six negroes and a cane
lounging chair, on each side of which a long pole had been securely
lashed. Nat's room was on the ground floor, and with wide windows
opening to the ground. The chair was brought in. Nat was still shaky on
his legs, but he was able to get from the bed into the chair without
assistance.
"I shall come over to see you to-morrow," Madame Demaine said, as he
thanked her and her husband for their great kindness to him, "and I hope
I shall find that the journey has done you no harm."
Four of the negroes took the ends of the poles and raised them onto
their shoulders, the other two walked behind to serve as a relay.
Monsieur Duchesne mounted his horse and took his place by Nat's side,
and the little procession started. The motion was very easy and gentle.
It was late in the afternoon when they started, the sun was near the
horizon, and a gentle breeze from the sea had sprung up. In half an hour
it was dusk, and the two spare negroes lighted torches they had brought
with them, and now walked ahead of the bearers. It was full moon, and
after having been so long confined in a semi-darkened room, Nat enjoyed
intensely the soft air, the dark sky spangled with stars, and the rich
tropical foliage showing its outlines clearly in the moonlight.
Presently Monsieur Duchesne said:
"I have a flask of brandy and water with me, Mr. Glover, in case you
should feel faint or exhausted."
Nat laughed.
"Thank you for thinking of it, monsieur, but there is no fatigue
whatever in sitting here, and I have enjoyed my ride intensely. It is
almost worth getting hurt in order to have such pleasure: we don't get
such nights as this in England."
"But you have fine weather sometimes, surely?" Monsieur Duchesne said.
"Oh yes, we often have fine weather, but there are not many nights in
the year when one can sit out-of-doors after dark! When it is a warm
night there are sure to be heavy dews; besides, the stars are not so
bright with us as they are here, nor is the air so soft. I don't mean to
say that I don't like our climate better; we never have it so
desperately hot as you do, and besides, we like the cold, because it
braces one up, and even the rain is welcome as a change, occasionally.
Still, I allow that as far as nights go you beat us hollow."
The road presently began to rise, and before they reached the end of the
journey they were high above the plain. As they approached the house the
negroes broke into a song, and on their stopping before the wide
verandah that surrounded the house, Madame Duchesne and her daughter
were standing there to greet them as the bearers gently lowered the
chair to the ground. The girl was first beside it.
"Ah, monsieur," she exclaimed as she took his hand, "how grateful I am
to you! how I have longed to see you! for I have never seen you yet; and
it has seemed hard to me that while aunt and the doctor should have seen
you so often, and even mamma should have seen you once, I should never
have seen you at all."
"There is not much to see in me at the best of times, mademoiselle," Nat
said as he rose to his feet, "and I am almost a scarecrow now. I wanted
to see you, too, just to see what you were like, you know."
He took the arm that Monsieur Duchesne offered him, for although he
could have walked that short distance unaided, he did not know the
ground, and might have stumbled over something. They went straight from
the verandah into a pretty room lighted by a dozen wax candles. He sat
down in a chair that was there in readiness for him. The girl placed
herself in front of him and looked earnestly at him.
"Well," he said with a laugh, "am I at all like what you pictured me?"
"You are not a scarecrow at all!" she said indignantly. "Why do you say
such things of yourself? Of course you are thin, very thin, but even now
you look nice. I think you are just what I thought you would be. Now, am
I like what you thought I should be?"
"I don't know that I ever attempted to think exactly what you would be,"
Nat said. "I did not notice your face; I don't even know whether it was
turned my way. I did take in that you were a girl somewhere about
thirteen years old, but as soon as the dog turned, my attention was
pretty fully occupied. Madame Demaine said your name was Myra. I thought
that with such a pretty name you ought to be pretty too. I suppose it is
rude to say so, but you certainly are, mademoiselle."
The girl laughed.
"It is not rude at all; and please you are to call me Myra and not
mademoiselle. Now, you must get strong as soon as you can. Mamma said I
might act as your guide, and show you about the plantation, and the
slave houses, and everywhere. I have never had a boy friend, and I
should think it was very nice."
"My dear," her mother said with a smile, "it is not altogether discreet
for a young lady to talk in that way."
"Ah! but I am not a young lady yet, mamma, and I think it is much nicer
to be a girl and to be able to say what one likes. And you are an
officer, Monsieur Glover!"
"Well, if I am to call you Myra, you must call me Nat. Monsieur Glover
is ridiculous."
"You are very young to be an officer," the girl said.
"Oh, I have been an officer for more than two years," he said. "I was
only fourteen when I joined, and I am nearly sixteen now."
"And have you been in battles?"
"Not in a regular battle. You see England is not at war now with anyone,
but I have been in two or three fights with pirates and that sort of
thing."
"And now, Myra, you must not talk any more," her father said. "You know
the doctor gave strict orders that he was to go to bed as soon as he
arrived here."
At this moment the door opened and a slave girl brought in a basin of
strong broth.
"Well, you may stop to take that."
Nat spent a delightful month at Monsieur Duchesne's plantation. For the
first few days he lay in a hammock beneath a shady tree, then he began
to walk, at first only for a few minutes, but every day his strength
increased. At the end of a fortnight he could walk half a mile, and by
the time the month was up he was able to wander about with Myra all over
the plantation. Monsieur Duchesne, on his return one day from town,
brought a letter for him. It was from the captain himself:
_Dear Mr. Glover,--I hope you are getting on well, and are by this
time on your legs again. As far as I can see, we are not likely to
be at Cape Francois again for some time, therefore, when you feel
quite strong enough, you had better take passage in a craft bound
for Jamaica, which is likely to be our head-quarters for some
time. Of course if we are away, you will wait till our return. I
have spoken to a friend of mine, Mr. Cummings--his plantation lies
high up among the hills--and he has kindly invited you to make his
place your home till we return, and it will be very much better for
you to be in the pure air up there than in this pestilential
place._
Nat would have started the next day, but his host insisted upon his
staying for another week.
"You are getting on so well," M. Duchesne said, "that it would be folly
indeed to risk throwing yourself back. Every day is making an
improvement in you, and a week will make a great difference."
At the end of that week the planter, seeing that Nat was really anxious
to rejoin his ship, brought back the news that a vessel in port would
sail for Port Royal in two days.
"I have engaged a cabin for you," he said, "for although we shall be
sorry indeed to lose you, I know that you want to be off."
"It is not that I want to be off, sir, for I was never happier in all my
life, but I feel that I ought to go. It is likely enough that the ship
may be short of middies, one or two may be away in prizes, and it will
be strange if no one falls sick while they are lying in Port Royal. It
would be ungrateful indeed if I wanted to leave you when you are all so
wonderfully kind to me."
M. Duchesne drove Nat down to the port the next morning. The midshipman
as he left the house felt quite unmanned, for Myra had cried
undisguisedly, and Madame Duchesne was also much moved. They passed M.
Demaine's house without stopping, as he and his wife had spent the
previous evening at the Duchesnes', and had there said good-bye to him.
"It is quite time that I was out of this," Nat said to himself as he
leaned on the rail and looked back at the port. "That sort of life is
awfully nice for a time, but it would soon make a fellow so lazy and
soft that he would be of no use on board ship. Of course it was all
right for a bit, but since I began to use my arm a little, I have wanted
to do something. Still, it would have been no good leaving before, for
my arm is of no real use yet, and the doctor said that I ought to carry
it in a sling for at least another month. But I am sure I ought to feel
very grateful to our doctor and Lepel, for I expect I should have lost
it altogether if they hadn't taken such pains with it at first. Well, it
will be very jolly getting back again. I only hope that the captain
won't be wanting to treat me as an invalid."
To Nat's delight he saw, as he entered Port Royal, the _Orpheus_ lying
there, and without landing he hailed a boat and went on board. As soon
as he was made out there was quite a commotion on board the frigate
among the sailors on deck and at the side, while those below looked out
of the port-holes, and a burst of cheering rose from all as the boat
came alongside. As he came up on to the deck the midshipmen crowded
round, shaking him by the hand; and when he went to the quarter-deck to
report his return, the lieutenants greeted him as heartily. The captain
was on shore. Nat was confused and abashed at the warmth of their
greeting.
"It is perfectly ridiculous!" he said almost angrily, as he rejoined the
midshipmen; "as if there was anything extraordinary in a fellow fighting
a dog!"
"It depends upon the size of the dog and the size of the fellow,"
Needham, the senior midshipman, said, "and also how he got into the
fight."
"The fact is, Needham, if I had killed the dog with the first stroke of
my dirk nobody would have thought anything about the matter, and it is
just because I could not do so, and therefore got badly mauled before I
managed it, that all this fuss is made! It would have been much more to
the point if you had all grumbled, when I came on board, at my being
nursed and coddled, while you had to do my duty between you, just
because I was such a duffer that I was a couple of minutes in killing
the dog instead of managing it at once."
"Well, we might have done so if we had thought of it, but, you see, we
did not look at it in that light, Nat," Needham laughed; "there is
certainly a good deal in what you say. However, I shall in future look
upon my dirk as being of more use than I have hitherto thought; I have
always considered it the most absurd weapon that was ever put into
anyone's hand to use in action. Not, of course, that one does use it,
for one always gets hold of a cutlass when there is fighting to be done.
How anyone can ever have had the idea of making a midshipman carry about
a thing little better than a pocket-knife, and how they have kept on
doing so for years and years, is most astonishing! For the lords of the
admiralty must all have been midshipmen themselves at one time, and must
have hated the beastly things just as much as we do. If they think a
full-sized sword too heavy for us--which it certainly isn't for the
seniors--they might give us rapiers, which are no weight to speak of,
and would be really useful weapons if we were taught to use them
properly.
"Well, we won't say anything more about your affair, Nat, if you don't
like it; but we sha'n't think any the less, because we are all proud of
you, and whatever you may say, it was a very plucky action. I know that
I would rather stand up against the biggest Frenchman than face one of
those savage hounds. And how is the arm going on? I see you still have
the arm of your jacket snipped open and tied up with ribbons, and you
keep it in a sling."
"Yes; the doctor made such a point of it that I was obliged to promise
to wear it until Bemish gives me permission to lay it aside." He took it
out of the sling and moved it about. "You see I have got the use of it,
though I own I have very little strength as yet; still, I manage to use
it at meals, which is a comfort. It was hateful being obliged to have my
grub cut up for me. How long have you been in harbour here?"
"Three days; and you are in luck to find us here, for I hear that we are
off again to-morrow morning. You have missed nothing while you have been
away, for we haven't picked up a single prize beyond a little slaver
with a hundred niggers on board."
When the captain came off two hours later with Dr. Bemish he sent for
Nat.
"I am heartily glad to see you back again, Mr. Glover, and to see you
looking so vastly better than when I saw you last; in fact, you look
nearly as well as you did before that encounter."
"I have had nothing to do but to eat, sir."
"Well, the question is, how is your arm?"
"It is not very strong yet, sir, but I could really do very well without
this sling."
"Well, you see I have to decide whether you had better go up to the
hills until we return from our next cruise or take you with us."
"Please, sir, I would much rather go with you."
"Yes; it is not a question of what you like best, but what the doctor
thinks best for you. You had better go to him at once, he will examine
your arm and report to me, and of course we must act on his decision."
Nat went straight to the doctor.
"Well, you are looking better than I expected," the latter said, holding
the lad at arm's-length and looking him up and down; "flesh a good deal
more flabby than it used to be--want of exercise, of course, and the
result of being looked after by women. Now, lad, take off your shirt and
let me have a regular examination."
He moved the arm in different directions, felt very carefully along each
bone, pressing rather hard at the points where these had been broken,
and asking Nat if it hurt him. He replied "No" without hesitation, as
long as the doctor was feeling the forearm, but when he came to the
upper-arm and shoulder he was obliged to acknowledge that the pressure
gave him a bit of a twinge.
"Yes, it could hardly be otherwise," the doctor said; "however, there is
no doubt we made a pretty good job of it. Stretch both arms out in front
of you and bring the fingers together. Yes, that is just what I
expected, it is some two and a half inches shorter than the other; but
no one will be likely to notice it."
"Don't you think, doctor, that I can go to sea now? The captain said
that you would have to decide."
"I think a month up in the hills would be a very desirable thing,
Glover. The bones have knit very well, but it would not take much to
break them again."
"I have had quite enough of plantations for the present, doctor, and I
do think that sea air would do me more good than anything. I am sure I
feel better already for the run from Cape Francois here."
The doctor smiled. "Well, you see, if you did remain on board you would
be out of everything. You certainly would not be fit for boat service,
you must see that yourself."
"I can't say that I do, sir; one fights with one's right arm and not
with one's left."
"That is so, lad, but you might get hit on the left arm as well as the
right. Besides, even on board, you might get hurt while skylarking."
"I would indeed be most careful, doctor."
"Well, we will see about it, and talk it over with the captain."
All that evening Nat was in a state of alarm whenever anyone came with a
message to any of his mess-mates; but when it was almost the hour for
lights out he turned into his hammock with great satisfaction, feeling
sure that if it had been decided that he must go ashore next morning a
message to that effect would have been sent to him. The sound of the
boatswain's whistle, followed by the call "All hands to make sail!"
settled the question. He had already dressed himself with Needham's
assistance, but had remained below lest, if the captain's eye fell on
him, he might be sent ashore. As soon, however, as he heard the order he
felt sure that all was right, and went up on deck. Here he took up his
usual station, passing orders forward and watching the men at work,
until the vessel was under sail. The want of success on the last cruise
made all hands even keener than usual to pick up something worth
capturing.
"I suppose there is no clue as to the whereabouts of those three
pirates," he said to Needham as the latter, after the vessel was fairly
under weigh, joined him.
"No; twice we had information from the captains of small craft that they
had seen suspicious sail in the distance, but there is no doubt that the
niggers had been either bribed or frightened into telling us the story,
for in each case, though we remained a fortnight cruising about, we have
never caught sight of a suspicious sail. When we returned here we found
to our disgust that they must have been at work hundreds of miles away,
as several ships were missing, and one that came in had been hotly
chased by them, but being a fast sailer escaped by the skin of her
teeth. That is the worst of these negroes, one can never believe them,
and I think the best way would be when anyone came and told a yarn, to
go and cruise exactly in the opposite direction to that in which he
tells us he has seen the pirates."
"It is a pity we cannot punish some of these fellows who give false
news," Nat said.
"Yes; but the difficulty is proving that it is false. In the first
place, one of these native craft is so much like another that one would
not recognize it again; besides, you may be sure that the rascals would
give Port Royal a wide berth for a time. On our last cruise we did take
with us the negro who brought the news, but that made the case no
better. He pretended, of course, to be as anxious as anyone that the
pirates should be caught, and as he stuck to his story that he had seen
a rakish schooner where he said he did, there was no proof that he was
lying, and he pretended to be terribly cut up at not getting the reward
promised him if he came across them.
"I have no doubt that he was lying, but there was no way of proving it.
You see, the idea of getting hold of a trader and fitting her up with a
few guns and some men is all well enough when you have only got to deal
with a single schooner or brigantine, but it would be catching a tartar
if these three scoundrels were to come upon her at once. Of course they
are all heavily armed and carry any number of men, nothing short of the
frigate herself would be a match for them. And one thing is certain, we
can't disguise her to look like a merchantman. Do what we would, the
veriest landlubber would make her out to be what she is, and you may be
sure the pirates would know her to be a ship of war as soon as they got
a sight of her topsails."
"You have not heard, I suppose, where our cruising ground is going to be
this time?" Nat asked.
"No, and I don't suppose we shall know for a few hours. You may be sure
that whatever course we take now will not be our real course, for I bet
odds that after dark some fast little craft will sneak out of harbour to
take the pirates news as to the course we are following, and to tell
them that we have not taken a negro this time who would lead us a dance
in the wrong direction. I should not be surprised if we are going to
search the islands round Cuba for a change. We were among the bays and
islets up north on our last cruise, and the captain may be determined to
try fresh ground."
Needham's guess turned out to be correct, for after darkness fell the
ship's course was changed, and her head laid towards Cuba. After
cruising for nearly three weeks without success, they were passing along
the coast of the mainland, when Nat, who had now given up his sling,
went aloft with his telescope. Every eye on deck was turned towards the
island, but their continued failures had lessened the eagerness with
which they scanned the shore, and, as there was no sign of any break in
its outline, it was more from habit than from any hope of seeing
anything that they looked at the rugged cliffs that rose forty or fifty
feet perpendicularly above the water's edge, and at the forest
stretching up the hillsides behind them.
"You have seen nothing, I suppose, Tom?" he asked the sailor stationed
in the main-top.
"Not a thing, Mr. Glover."
Nat continued his way up, and took his seat on the yard of the topsail.
Leaning back against the mast, he brought his telescope to bear upon the
land, and for half an hour scanned every rock and tree. At last
something caught his eye.
"Come up here, Tom," he called to the sailor below. "Look there, you see
that black streak on the face of the cliff?"
"I see it, yer honour."
"Well, look above the first line of trees exactly over it: isn't that a
pole with a truck on the top of it?"
"You are right, sir! you are right!" the sailor said, as he got the
glass to bear upon the object Nat had indicated, "that is the upper spar
of a vessel of some sort, sure enough."
"On deck there!" Nat shouted.
"What is it, Mr. Glover?" the first lieutenant answered.
"I can make out the upper spar of a craft in among the trees over there,
sir."
"You are sure that you are not mistaken?"
"Quite sure, sir. With the glass I can make out the truck quite
distinctly. It is certainly either the upper spar of a craft of some
kind or a flag-staff, of course I cannot say which."
The first lieutenant himself ran up the ratlines and joined Nat. The
breeze was very light, and the _Orpheus_ was scarcely moving through the
water. Nat handed his telescope to Mr. Hill.
"There, sir, it is about a yard to the west of that black streak on the
rock."
"I see it," the lieutenant exclaimed after a long gaze at the shore.
"You are right, it must be, as you say, either the spar of a ship or a
flag-staff; though how a ship could get in there is more than I can say.
There, it has gone now!"
"The trees were rather lower at the point where we saw it, and the
higher trees have shut it in."
He descended to the deck followed by Nat.
"Well, what do you make of it, Mr. Hill?" enquired the captain, who had
come out of his cabin on hearing Nat's hail.
"There is no doubt that Mr. Glover is right, sir, and that it is the
upper spar of a craft of some kind, unless it is a flag-staff on shore,
and it is hardly the sort of place in which you would expect to find a
flag-staff. It is a marvel Mr. Glover made it out, for even with his
glass I had a great difficulty in finding it, though he gave me the
exact bearing."
"Thank you, Mr. Glover," the captain said. "At last there seems a chance
of our picking up a prize this cruise. The question is, how did she get
there?"
"I am pretty sure that we have passed no opening, sir. I have been aloft
for the past half-hour, and have made out no break in the rocks."
"That is quite possible," the captain said, "and yet it may be there. We
are a good three-quarters of a mile off the shore, and some of these
inlets are so narrow, and the rocks so much the same colour, that unless
one knows the entrance is there, one would never suspect it. At any rate
we will hold on as we are for a bit."
The hail had set everyone on deck on the _qui vive_, and a dozen
telescopes were turned upon the shore.
"Unlikely as it seems, Mr. Hill," the captain said, after they had gone
on half a mile without discovering any break in the line of rock, "I am
afraid that it must have been a flag-staff that you saw. There may be
some plantation there, and the owner may have had one put up in the
front of his house. However, it will be worth while to lower a boat and
row back along the foot of the cliff for a mile or so, and then a mile
ahead of us; if there is an opening we shall be sure to find it. Tell
Mr. Playford to take the gig; Mr. Glover can go with him as he is the
discoverer."
The boat was lowered at once, and as soon as the officers had taken
their place the six men who composed the crew bent their backs to the
oars, the coxswain making for a point on the shore about a mile astern
of the frigate, which was lying almost becalmed. The men had taken
muskets and cutlasses with them, for it was probable enough that a watch
might have been set on the cliff, and that, should there be an inlet, a
boat might be lying there ready to pounce out upon them as soon as they
reached it.
Every eye was fixed upon the boat as she turned and rowed along within
fifty yards of the foot of the rocks.
"I thought I could not have been so blind as to pass the entrance
without seeing it," one of the sailors who had been on watch aloft said,
in a tone of satisfaction. "Now, I don't mind how soon the boat finds a
gap."
But when the boat had paddled on for another mile without a pause, a
look of doubt and dissatisfaction showed itself on every face.
"You are quite sure, Mr. Hill," the captain asked, "that it was a staff
of some kind that you saw, and not, perhaps, the top of a dead tree
whose bark had peeled off?"
"I am quite certain, sir. It was too straight and even for rough wood;
and I made out a truck distinctly: but it is certainly strange that no
entrance should be discovered. I am afraid that 'tis but a flag-staff
after all."
"I can hardly imagine that," the captain said. "I have often seen
flag-staffs in front of plantation houses, but never one so high as this
must be to show over the trees. If it had been nearer to the edge of the
cliff it might have been a signal-post, but they would hardly put it a
mile back from the edge of the cliff and bury it among trees. At any
rate, if we find no entrance I will send a landing-party ashore to see
what it really is, that is to say if we can find any place where the
cliff can be scaled."
"What is it, Mr. Needham?" as the midshipman came up and touched his
hat.
"The boat is rowing in to shore, sir."
The two officers went to the side.
"They have either found an entrance or some point at which the rock can
be scaled--Ah, there they go!" he went on, as the boat disappeared from
sight, "though from here there is no appearance whatever of an
opening."
It was some minutes before the boat again appeared. It was at once
headed for the frigate.
"Mr. Playford has news for us of some sort," the captain said, "the men
are rowing hard." In a few minutes the boat came alongside. The second
officer ran up the accommodation ladder.
"Well, Mr. Playford, what is your news?"
"There is an inlet, sir, though if we had not been close in to those
rocks I should never have noticed it. It runs almost parallel with the
coast for a quarter of a mile. I thought at first that it ended there,
but it makes a sharp angle to the south-east, and continues for a mile
or so, and at the other end there is a large schooner, I have no doubt a
slaver. I fancy they are landing the slaves now. There is a barracoon on
the shore and some storehouses."
"Did they see you?"
"No, sir; at least I don't think so. Directly I saw that the passage was
going to make a turn, I went close in to the rocks on the other side,
and brought up at the corner where I could get a view without there
being much fear of our being seen, and indeed I don't think that it
would have been possible to make us out unless someone had been watching
with a glass."
"We shall soon know whether they saw you, Mr. Playford. If they did they
will probably set all hands to work to tow the schooner out, for though
there is not wind enough to give us steerage-way, these slavers will
slip along under the slightest breath. They can hardly have made the
frigate out. They probably thought the hiding-place so secure that they
did not even put a watch on the cliffs. Of course if there was anyone up
there they could have seen the boat leave our side, and would have
watched her all along.
"Did you see any place at which the cliff could be climbed?"
"No, sir, and up to the turn the rocks are just as steep inside as they
are here, but beyond that the inlet widens out a good deal and the banks
slope gradually, and a landing could be effected anywhere there, I
should say."
"We will send the boats in as soon as it gets dark, Mr. Hill. If they
saw us coming they would drive off the slaves into the woods before we
could get there, so the best plan will be to land a strong party at the
bend, so that they can get down to the barracoon at the same time that
the others board the schooner. No doubt this is a regular nest of
slave-traders. It has long been suspected that there was some depot on
this side of the island. It has often been observed that slavers when
first made out were heading in this direction, and more than once craft
that were chased, and, as it seemed, certain to be caught in the
morning, have mysteriously disappeared. This hiding-place accounts for
it.
"You did not ascertain what depth of water there was at the mouth of the
creek, Mr. Playford?"
"Yes, sir, I sounded right across with the boat's grapnel; there is
nowhere more than two and a half fathoms, but it is just about that
depth right across."
"Then it is evident that we cannot take the frigate in. What is the
width at the mouth?"
"About thirty yards."
An hour later the _Orpheus_ anchored opposite the mouth of the inlet,
which, however, was still invisible.
"I think that, as this may be an important capture, Mr. Hill, it would
be as well for you to go in charge of the boats. Mr. Playford will take
the command of the landing-party. I should say that twenty marines,
under Lieutenant Boldero, and as many blue-jackets, would be ample for
that. He had better take the long-boat and one of the gigs, while you
take the launch, the pinnace, and the other gig. If they have made us
out, we may expect a very tough resistance, and it may be that, although
Mr. Playford saw nothing of them, they may have a couple of batteries
higher up."
"Likely enough, sir."
"You had better let the landing-party have a start of you, so that if
they should unmask a battery on the side on which they are, they can
rush down at once and silence it."
"Very good, sir."
The sun was now approaching the horizon; as soon as it dipped behind it
the boats were lowered, and the sailors, who had already made all
preparations, at once took their places in them. Needham was in command
of the gig that carried a portion of the landing-party, Nat was in
charge of the other gig, and Low was in charge of the pinnace, Mr. Hill
going in the launch. Nat had first been told off to the gig now
commanded by Needham, but the captain said to the first lieutenant, "You
had better take Glover with you, Mr. Hill, and let Needham go with Mr.
Playford. Scrambling along on the shore in the dark, one might very well
get a heavy fall, and it is as well that Glover should not risk breaking
his arm again."