"That you shall see, my lad. Now then, gentlemen, and my men, we must have strict discipline, please; just as if we were on board ship. The first thing is to rig up a bit of an awning here astern, to shelter the captain and--faugh! it makes my gorge rise to see that young scoundrel here, but I suppose we must behave like Christians,--eh, Mr Frewen?" "You have just proved that you intended to, sir, for you were thinking of sheltering the lad as well as Captain Berriman, when you talked of the awning." "Well, yes, I confess I was, but I thought of our lad here too. I suppose you will have to lie up, Dumlow?" The big fellow gave quite a start, and then turned frowning and spat in the sea, in token of his disgust. "Me, sir--me lie up!" he growled. "What for?" "You are wounded." "Wounded? Tchah! I don't call that a wound. Why, it arn't bled much more than a cut finger. Me under a hawning! I should look pretty, shouldn't I, mates?" "Oh, I don't want to make an invalid of you, my lad, if you can go on." "Then don't you talk 'bout puttin' of me under a hawning, sir; why I'd as soon have you shove me in a glass case." The bit of awning was soon rigged up, and the captain and Walters placed side by side. Then the little mast was shipped forward, and the tiny one for the mizzen right aft; the sails hoisted ready for use, and also so that they might add their shade; and while this was being done, and the rudder hooked on as well, I saw that some of the men had come on deck and were leaning over the bulwarks watching us, while at the same time I saw something glisten, and pointed it out to Mr Brymer. "Yes," he said, smiling, "but I'm afraid that he will be disappointed. Do you see, gentlemen?" Both Mr Frewen and Mr Preddle, who were eagerly scanning the ship, turned to look at him inquiringly. "Jarette has the captain's spy-glass at work, and he is watching us, expecting to see us move off, rowing, I suppose, but I'm afraid he will be disappointed. He did not think he was arranging to have a tender to watch him till he loses the ship. But now all is ready, as they say on board a man-of-war, we will pipe to breakfast." A tin was opened, and with bread and water served round, but nobody had any appetite. I could hardly touch anything, but I had enjoyed bathing my face and hands in the clear, cool water, while the rough meal had hardly come to an end, and I had placed myself close to Walters, to see if I could be of any use in tending him, when a faint breeze sprang up, making the sails of the ship flap to and fro, and the yards swing and creak, though she hardly stirred. With us though it was different, for giving orders to Bob Hampton to trim the sails, Mr Brymer told me to take hold of the sheet of the mizzen, and he seized the rudder, so that the next minute we were gliding through the water.