It was impossible to be more attentive to poor Miss O'Regan than were the young midshipmen, or more thoughtful in all they did. Although she still looked pale, she endeavoured to show her gratitude whenever she came on deck by her cheerful conversation and her smile, which Desmond declared beat everything in the way of sunshine. The midshipmen enjoyed the voyage and quickly regained their strength, somewhat lost during their imprisonment; as to their spirits they were of too buoyant a nature to be kept down the moment the pressure was removed. At length the Blue Mountains beyond the harbour of Port Royal appeared in sight, the sea breeze, which still blew fresh, wafting the brig rapidly towards the shore. Miss O'Regan, with her faithful attendant by her side, seated on deck, watched with much interest the magnificent view which gradually rose before her eyes. The three midshipmen were standing near her. "I cannot help hoping that the frigate and corvette have been sent to sea; if not, Higson will have pretty soon to give up his command, and we three, degraded from our rank, shall be ignominiously sent back into the midshipman's berth," said Tom, with a laughable grimace. "Then the sooner we make up our minds to sink into insignificance the better," observed Desmond, who had a telescope to his eye. "I make out clearly enough the frigate and corvette at anchor; however, we shall have a jolly time of it giving the other fellows an account of our adventures. I vote that we make old Scrofton believe that `Master Spider' played a gallant part in the capture of the Carthagenan fleet, and led the boarders when we took the corvette." "But we didn't board at all, in the first place," said Tom, "so that won't be true to begin with." "No, but when one's about spinning a yarn it's as well to spin a good one," answered Desmond. "To my mind a joke's a joke, and a lie's a lie," observed Tom. "Although it would be very good fun to quiz old Scrofton, we certainly should not tell him what is not the truth, and I won't vote for anything of the sort." "Nor will I," observed Gordon, "and after all the adventures we have been preserved from, it's time that we should knock off our midshipmen's tricks. Where should we have been if my cousin Murray hadn't come in at the moment he did, and so bravely captured the fleet? We should to a certainty have been shot, as was the poor colonel." "Hush!" said Tom, pointing to Miss O'Regan, "she may hear us." Paddy Desmond looked rather vexed. "I don't consider humbugging an old bo'sun telling a lie, as you choose to call it," he said, turning away.