CHAPTER XXXII
A WISE CHILD
'The Bashful Maid' was still lying peacefully at anchor in
the harbour of Port Welcome, yards squared, sails furled,
decks polished to a dazzling white, every article of gear
and tackle denoting profound repose, even the very pennon
from her truck drooping motionless in the heat. Captain
George spent much of his time below, making up his
accounts, with the invaluable assistance of Beaudésir, who,
having landed soon after their arrival, remained an hour or
two in the town, and returned to the brigantine, expressing
no desire for further communication with the shore.
George himself postponed his visit to the island until he had completed the task on which he was engaged. In the meantime he gave plenty of liberty to the crew, an indulgence of which none availed themselves more freely than Slap-Jack and his two friends.
These last indeed seldom stirred beyond the town. Here they found all they wanted in the shape of luxury or amusement: strong tobacco, new rum, an occasional scrape of a fiddle with a thrumming accompaniment on the banjo, nothing to do, plenty to drink, and a large room to smoke in.
But the foretop-man was not so easily satisfied. Much to the disgust of his comrades, he seemed to weary of their society, to have lost his relish for fiery drinks and sea stories; nay, to have acquired diverse tastes and habits foreign to his nature and derogatory to his profession.
"Gone cruisin' thereaway," observed Bottle-Jack, vaguely waving his pipe in the direction of the mountains. "Never
