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I
dressed
hurriedly
and
joined
Atkins
on
the
quay
,
where
I
found
him
in
the
midst
of
a
group
engaged
in
eager
discussion
.
Atkins
was
indisputably
the
most
considerable
and
considered
man
in
the
archipelago
—
consequently
he
secured
the
best
listeners
.
The
matter
in
dispute
was
whether
the
schooner
in
sight
was
or
was
not
the
Halbrane
.
The
majority
maintained
that
she
was
not
,
but
Atkins
was
positive
she
was
,
although
on
this
occasion
he
had
only
two
backers
.
The
dispute
was
carried
on
with
warmth
,
the
host
of
the
Green
Cormorant
defending
his
view
,
and
the
dissentients
maintaining
that
the
fast
-
approaching
schooner
was
either
English
or
American
,
until
she
was
near
enough
to
hoist
her
flag
and
the
Union
Jack
went
fluttering
up
into
the
sky
.
Shortly
after
the
Halbrane
lay
at
anchor
in
the
middle
of
Christmas
Harbour
.
The
captain
of
the
Halbrane
,
who
received
the
demonstrative
greeting
of
Atkins
very
coolly
,
it
seemed
to
me
,
was
about
forty
-
five
,
red
-
faced
,
and
solidly
built
,
like
his
schooner
;
his
head
was
large
,
his
hair
was
already
turning
grey
,
his
black
eyes
shone
like
coals
of
fire
under
his
thick
eyebrows
,
and
his
strong
white
teeth
were
set
like
rocks
in
his
powerful
jaws
;
his
chin
was
lengthened
by
a
coarse
red
beard
,
and
his
arms
and
legs
were
strong
and
firm
.
Such
was
Captain
Len
Guy
,
and
he
impressed
me
with
the
notion
that
he
was
rather
impassive
than
hard
,
a
shut
-
up
sort
of
person
,
whose
secrets
it
would
not
be
easy
to
get
at
.
I
was
told
the
very
same
day
that
my
impression
was
correct
,
by
a
person
who
was
better
informed
than
Atkins
,
although
the
latter
pretended
to
great
intimacy
with
the
captain
.
The
truth
was
that
nobody
had
penetrated
that
reserved
nature
.
I
may
as
well
say
at
once
that
the
person
to
whom
I
have
alluded
was
the
boatswain
of
the
Halbrane
,
a
man
named
Hurliguerly
,
who
came
from
the
Isle
of
Wight
.
This
person
was
about
forty
-
four
,
short
,
stout
,
strong
,
and
bow
-
legged
;
his
arms
stuck
out
from
his
body
,
his
head
was
set
like
a
ball
on
a
bull
neck
,
his
chest
was
broad
enough
to
hold
two
pairs
of
lungs
(
and
he
seemed
to
want
a
double
supply
,
for
he
was
always
puffing
,
blowing
,
and
talking
)
,
he
had
droll
roguish
eyes
,
with
a
network
of
wrinkles
under
them
.
A
noteworthy
detail
was
an
ear
-
ring
,
one
only
,
which
hung
from
the
lobe
of
his
left
ear
.
What
a
contrast
to
the
captain
of
the
schooner
,
and
how
did
two
such
dissimilar
beings
contrive
to
get
on
together
?
They
had
contrived
it
,
somehow
,
for
they
had
been
at
sea
in
each
other
’
s
company
for
fifteen
years
,
first
in
the
brig
Power
,
which
had
been
replaced
by
the
schooner
Halbrane
,
six
years
before
the
beginning
of
this
story
.
Atkins
had
told
Hurliguerly
on
his
arrival
that
I
would
take
passage
on
the
Halbrane
,
if
Captain
Len
Guy
consented
to
my
doing
so
,
and
the
boatswain
presented
himself
on
the
following
morning
without
any
notice
or
introduction
.
He
already
knew
my
name
,
and
he
accosted
me
as
follows
:
“
Mr
.
Jeorling
,
I
salute
you
.
”
“
I
salute
you
in
my
turn
,
my
friend
.
What
do
you
want
?
”
“
To
offer
you
my
services
.
”
“
On
what
account
?
”
