He was a quite guileless man with a strong dislike for the admiral’s blundering--a dislike that all the seamen shared--and for people of the Topnambo kidney who affected to be above his dinners. He assured me that I had burst upon those gentry roaring... “like the Bull of Bashan. You should have seen!” and he drank my health in a glass of punch. David Macdonald joined us, looming through wreaths of tobacco smoke. He was always very nice in his dress, and had washed himself into a state of enviable coolness. “They won’t touch me now,” he said. “I wanted that assault and battery....” He suddenly turned vivid, sarcastic black eyes upon me. “But you,” he said--“my dear Kemp! You’re in a devil of a scrape! They’ll have a warrant out against you under the Black Act. I know the gentry.” “Oh, he won’t mind,” Williams struck in, “I know him; he’s a trump. Afraid of nothing.” David Macdonald made a movement of his head that did duty for an ominous shake: “It’s a devil of a mess,” he said. “But I’ll touch them up. Why did you hit Topnambo? He’s the spitefullest beast in the island. They’ll make it out high treason. They are capable of sending you home on this charge.” “Oh, never say die.” Williams turned to me, “Come and dine with me on board at Kingston to-morrow night. If there’s any fuss I’ll see what I can do. Or you can take a trip with me to Havana till it blows over. My old woman’s on board.” His face fell. “But there, you’ll get round her. I’ll see you through.” They drank some sangaree and became noisy. I wasn’t very happy; there was much truth in what David Macdonald had said. Topnambo would certainly do his best to have me in jail--to make an example of me as a Separationist to please the admiral and the Duke of Manchester. Under the spell of his liquor Williams became more and more pressing with his offers of help. “It’s the devil that my missus should be on board, just this trip. But hang it! come and dine with me. I’ll get some of the Kingston men--the regular hot men--to stand up for you. They will when they hear the tale.” There was a certain amount of sense in what he said. If warrants were out against me, he or some of the Kingston merchants whom he knew, and who had no cause to love the admiral, might help me a good deal. Accordingly, I did go down to Kingston. It happened to be the day when the seven pirates were hanged at Port Royal Point. I had never seen a hanging, and a man who hadn’t was rare in those days. I wanted to keep out of the way, but it was impossible to get a boatman to row me off to the _Lion_. They were all dying to see the show, and, half curious, half reluctant, I let myself drift with the crowd.