don't seem someways rightly myself since . . .' he broke off.

'What did you say anyway? O, the Farallone,' and he looked

languidly out.

'Yes,' said Herrick. 'There she burns! and you may guess from

that what the news is.'

'The Trinity Hall, I guess,' said the captain.

'The same,' said Herrick; 'sighted half an hour ago, and

coming up hand over fist.'

'Well, it don't amount to a hill of beans,' said the captain

with a sigh.

'O, come, that's rank ingratitude!' cried Herrick.

'Well,' replied the captain, meditatively, 'you mayn't just see

the way that I view it in, but I'd 'most rather stay here upon

this island. I found peace here, peace in believing. Yes, I guess

this island is about good enough for John Davis.'

'I never heard such nonsense!' cried Herrick. 'What! with all

turning out in your favour the way it does, the Farallone wiped

out, the crew disposed of, a sure thing for your wife and family,

and you, yourself, Attwater's spoiled darling and pet penitent!'

'Now, Mr Herrick, don't say that,' said the captain gently;

'when you know he don't make no difference between us. But,

O! why not be one of us? why not come to Jesus right away,

and let's meet in yon beautiful land? That's just the one thing

wanted; just say, Lord, I believe, help thou mine unbelief! And

He'll fold you in His arms. You see, I know! I've been a sinner

myself!'

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