Mr Ringer and his family treated me with the greatest kindness; indeed, nothing could surpass the hospitality of the inhabitants of Jamaica; and it was with the utmost difficulty, when I got better, that the doctor could get him to allow me to be carried to the barracks, where the fresher air would assist me in regaining my strength. Larry, of course, spent most of his time with me; indeed, had I not insisted on his going out, he never would have left my bedside. I was now every day expecting the return of the frigate, when I believed that, well or ill, I should have to go on board her. "That must depend on circumstances, my lad," said Dr McManus. "For if you can't go, you can't. The captain must find another opportunity of getting you on board." "But suppose the frigate has to fight an action, I would not be absent on any account," I exclaimed. "With a fractured tibia, and the inflammation which would be sure to supervene, you would not render much service to your country," observed the doctor. "When you have sufficiently recovered you can get back to Port Royal, and rejoin your ship; she's not likely to be sent to a distance while the enemy's fleet threaten the island. Indeed, we require all the forces on shore and afloat we can collect. I don't quite understand what we shall do if we are attacked here, though I'm very sure we shall fight to the last before we let the French and Spanish land." I saw that there was no use in arguing the point, but I was determined, if I could, to go off and rejoin my ship. Larry did his best to console me. "It's not a bad place to be in, if you only had the use of your legs, Mr Terence. Them nager boys and girls are mighty funny creatures. What bothers me most is that I didn't bring my fiddle on shore, for sure if I had, it would have been after setting them all dancing, till they danced out of their black skins. It's rare fun to see them laughing as if they'd split their sides, when I sing to them. They bate us Irishmen hollow at that fun, I'll allow. I find it a hard matter to contain myself when I see them rolling their eyes and showing their white teeth as they stretch their mouths from ear to ear." I happened to tell Dr McManus of Larry's talent. "I'll try and get a fiddle for the boy, and put it to the test," he said good-naturedly. In the evening I was aroused from a nap into which I had fallen, by the sound of an Irish jig played on a violin, followed by shouts of laughter, clapping of hands, shrieks, and merriment, while the noise of feet from the courtyard below told me that Larry had been as good as his word. I thanked the doctor, who came in while the revels were at their height. "I sent into the town and borrowed a fiddle, for I was sure that your follower's music would do as much good to the men as the fresh air of the hills. They and the black boys and girls are all toeing and heeling it together. The niggers, I confess, beat them hollow in agility and endurance."