"Not being at present
calculated to promote harmony in your family, I won't come in. You go
and get your dinner at home, and I'll get mine at the little hotel. Let
our hour of meeting be two o'clock, and you'll find me smoking a cigar in
the sun afore the hotel door. Tell Tom Pettifer, my steward, to consider
himself on duty, and to look after your people till we come back; you'll
find he'll have made himself useful to 'em already, and will be quite
acceptable."
All was done as Captain Jorgan directed. Punctually at two o'clock the
young fisherman appeared with his knapsack at his back; and punctually at
two o'clock the captain jerked away the last feather-end of his cigar.
"Let me carry your baggage, Captain Jorgan; I can easily take it with
mine."
"Thank'ee," said the captain. "I'll carry it myself. It's only a comb."
They climbed out of the village, and paused among the trees and fern on
the summit of the hill above, to take breath, and to look down at the
beautiful sea. Suddenly the captain gave his leg a resounding slap, and
cried, "Never knew such a right thing in all my life!"--and ran away.
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