It was the first time we had seen him in more than two weeks, and he was greatly altered.

As if anxious to elude every eye, a broad-brimmed Payata hat was pulled down over his brow; so that his face was only visible when the brim flapped aside.

By a sling, rigged from the main-yard, the cook and Bembo now assisted in lowering him into the boat.

As he went moaning over the side, he must have heard the whispered maledictions of his crew.
While the steward was busy adjusting matters in the boat, the mate, after a private interview with the Mowree, turned round abruptly, and told us that he was going ashore with the captain, to return as soon as possible.

In his absence, Bembo, as next in rank, would command; there being nothing to do but keep the ship at a safe distance from the land.