Next morning two dockyard tugs made fast alongside us, we slipped our moorings, and as their paddles began churning the water and we commenced to move up harbour, Captain Roger Hill unbent, for the first time in his life, and ’cheered ship.’ ’Three cheers for the _Hector_,’ we heard his Commander shout, and the whole crew swarmed on the upperworks and sent us three great cheers. ’Tut, tut, lad!’ our Skipper stuttered, dropping his eyeglass, ’"Old Spats" has forgotten himself. Look at him! He’s actually waving his cap.’ He nodded to the Commander, whose great roaring voice bellowed out, ’Three cheers for Captain Roger Hill and the _Hercules_,’ and we all shouted. We were taken up harbour and put into dry dock immediately, and we heard that we should probably stay there for several months. As soon as it could be arranged, we got up a subscription for a tablet to the memory of all our people who’d been killed in that fight with _La Buena Presidente_, and got permission to place it in Portsmouth Dockyard Chapel, where you can see it now. There were, unfortunately, a great number of names to go on it—Montague, Clegg, Bigge, Pearson, the ’Forlorn Hope’ and his chum the ’Shadow’ (whose name was put there because he died as a result of the fight), Barton, the ’Angel,’ Marchant (the Inkslinger), the cheery, good-tempered, little Captain’s Clerk, and below these the names of fifty-four men—several had died of their wounds at Princes’ Town Colonial Hospital. Cousin Bob still moped and slept badly, often waking the whole of the gun-room flat by shrieking in his sleep, so that I worried very much about him. I told the Captain. ’Well, boy! What d’you want me to do? The Fleet Surgeon has been speaking about him too.’ ’I think it would be best to send him home for as long as you can, sir,’ I said. ’Right oh, lad! Tell him to leave his address and I’ll wire for him when I want him. Have a bit of lunch?’ I stayed to lunch with him, and we talked about Gerald. ’Grand chap! grand chap! a little too haughty for me. Grand chap though—never thanked me for taking him that hydraulic machinery.’ ’But he never thought you knew about it, sir,’ I said, surprised. He polished his eyeglass very carefully, screwed it into his eye, and then very deliberately winked at me. I shipped Cousin Bob off home that very day and was jolly glad to get him away from the ship, although, as a matter of fact, I need not have been in such a hurry, because all the mids. were sent to other ships a few days later. Still he managed to get a little longer leave than the others, and I had a very grateful letter from his sister Daisy. I had a long letter, too, from Gerald some time afterwards. He had gone back to the rubber plantation with José and the ’Gnome,’ and said that he was jolly glad to get back there again, start rebuilding the house and planting more trees, but I feared that he was of much too restless a disposition to remain there for long.