"As you please; only I say you 're wrong not to victual the ship whenever you stand in-shore. No matter; put your hand into this vest pocket,--you 'll find some shillings there: take them, whatever they be. You'll row the boat back with one of my people; and all I have to say is, if you do speak of me, as no doubt you will and must, don't say anything about these smashed fingers; I suppose they'll get right one of these days, and I 'd rather there was no gossip about them." "I 'll never speak of it--I--" "There, now, that's enough; no swearing, or I know you'll break your promise. Back water a little; pull the starboard oar,--so; here we are alongside." Sir Dudley had scarce done speaking when a hoarse voice from the yacht challenged us. This was replied to by a terrific volley of imprecations on the stupidity of not sooner showing the light, amid which Sir Dudley ascended the side and stood upon the deck. "Where's Halkett?" cried he, imperiously. "Here, sir," replied a short, thickset man, with a sailor-like shuffle in his walk. "Send one of the men back with the gig, and land that boy. Tell the fellow, too, he's not to fetch Waters aboard, if he meets him: the scoundrel went off and left me to my fate this evening; and it might have been no pleasant one, if I had not found that lad yonder." "We have all Sam Waters' kit on board, Sir Dudley," said Halkett; "shall we send it ashore?" "No. Tell him I'll leave it at Demerara for him; and he may catch the yellow fever in looking after it," said he, laughing. While listening to this short dialogue I had contrived to approach a light which gleamed from the cabin window, and then took the opportunity to count over my wealth, amounting, as I supposed, to some seven or eight shillings. Guess my surprise to see that the pieces were all bright yellow gold,--eight shining sovereigns! I had but that instant made the discovery, when the sailor who was to put me on shore jumped into the boat and seated himself. "Wait one instant," cried I. "Sir Dudley--Sir Dudley Broughton!" "Well, what's the matter?" said he, leaning over the side. "This money you gave me--" "Not enough, of course! I ought to have known that," said he, scornfully. "Give the whelp a couple of half-crowns, Halkett, and send him adrift." "You 're wrong, sir," cried I, with passionate eagerness; "they are gold pieces,--sovereigns." "The devil they are!" cried he, laughing; "the better luck yours. Why did n't you hold your tongue about it?" "You bid me take some shillings, sir," answered I. "How d--d honest you must be! Do you hear that, Halkett? The fellow had scruples about taking his prize-money! Never mind, boy, I must pay for my blunder,--you may keep them now." "I have pride, too," cried I; "and hang me if I touch them."