And sure enough Spiller did, when he met Green on the Apollo Bunda in a confidential yarn with Banks, who, for a seaman of the old class, was a very gentlemanly man with neat white whiskers. "You've been encouraging him about that vigia," roared Spiller, and when he wrote out Green's discharge, he offered to give him a special character for seeing ghosts. "But not rats!" said Green nastily, as he put his discharge into his pocket; for the last time Spiller overdrank himself he had a very bad time with rodents. It was the best of luck for Green that he got out of the _Palembang_, for Banks's mate fell ill, and the second had no mate's ticket. So Green, being in great favour, through having seen the poor discredited Simoom vigia, got the job, for he had passed for mate just before signing as second in the _Palembang_. Banks took him round with him, and again tackled the captain of the _Amphion_ about that vigia, showing his new witness; but Captain Melville shook his head. "The old man is crazy about those rocks," was all he said, as he refused to discuss the matter. But Banks and Spiller went at it hammer and tongs when they met ashore. "He saw nothing," said Spiller. "Only what I saw." "I told the fool about it and he imagined the rest, as you did." Banks fumed. "Lucky you didn't run the _Palembang_ on my imagination. Slow as she goes, she'd have slammed herself into matchwood." Spiller choked with rage. "Look here, I'll sail all over your blooming rocks, as I have done afore. You just made this up to get notoriety, and have your ship's name on the chart, and be put in the Directory. I know you, Banks, and I don't think much of you, and never did. To get yourself talked about you'd report that you'd seen the _Flying Dutchman_. Vigias, indeed! A disfigurement on any chart! You'll have the chart of the Indian Ocean as big a disgrace as the North Atlantic if you have your way. Didn't you find nothing new to report this time?" Banks rose up in a towering rage. "You're no gentleman, Captain Spiller, and I'll speak no more with you, not till you own that the Simoom Rocks are real. And may you never have occasion to rue finding them out as such. I'll let you know I've as great a respect for the chart as you have, and if you ever run your old tub on my rocks, you can call 'em Spiller's Reef, for all I care, so there," and he perspired off to his vessel.