"Well, I suppose one can bring one's mind to anything." "If it's the right kind of mind, you can," said Aunt Jannet heartily. There was just a touch of implication in her tone and manner that some folks were not the happy possessors of that kind of mind. Captain Pym stiffened back into officiality somewhat. "And you really experience no longings for London again, Mrs. Blair?" he asked, metaphorically turning his back on Aunt Jannet, who magnanimously went inside to see after supper. "Not the very slightest." "Marvellous!" "You see I have here what I had not in London You shall see my boy in the morning. He's the finest little fellow in the world." "Ah! ... I suppose that fills many a want." "He fills our hearts so that there is no room for wants. Are you making a long stay?" "That depends. A few days, at all events." "We shall have heaps of things to show you. All our work here, and there's a wonderful valley down there with great stone gods that date back to about the time of the flood. Some ancient race that used to live here, they say. We will have a picnic there." "If I have time I shall enjoy it." In due course the time came, but Captain Pym enjoyed it less than he had anticipated. "Now, good people, supper's ready, and you'll all catch your deaths if you sit out there any longer," called Aunt Jannet from the doorway. "We have been stewing with the heat all day," she added to Captain Pym, "and now it's gone to the other extreme. I think you must have brought a cold wind with you, captain." "We haven't had a breath all day. It looks like a spell of dirty weather," said the captain. The wind was coming off the sea in cold gusts. A weary half moon was bucketting through a rout of ragged clouds, which sped on over the mountains as if in haste to hide themselves from some unseen pursuer. In the gaps of the hurrying clouds the moon and a few stars shone wanly, and in their dim, ineffective light, the water of the lagoon tossed brokenly like a pan of boiling lead. The flying rags of cloud came from the dark bank in the west into which the sun had dropped. It was spreading upwards. The roar of the reef sounded harsher than usual and full of threatening. There was a strange uncanny look and feeling abroad. "We're certainly in for something," said Captain Cathie, as he stood looking out to sea. "I've never seen it quite like this before. I shall go and sleep aboard the _Torch_"--which did not add to their cheerfulness. "You'll have some supper first, captain?" said Aunt Jannet. "Oh, yes, I'll make sure of some supper. If it's to be a fight I can fight better on a full stomach than an empty one." So they went inside, and found it pleasant to close the door, which was a very unusual thing with them.