His only reply was, that in the morning the consul would pay us a visit, and settle everything.
After holding our ground off the harbour during the night, in the morning a shore boat, manned by natives, was seen coming off.

In it were Wilson and another white man, who proved to be a Doctor Johnson, an Englishman, and a resident physician of Papeetee.
Stopping our headway as they approached, Jermin advanced to the gangway to receive them.

No sooner did the consul touch the deck, than he gave us a specimen of what he was.
"Mr.Jermin," he cried loftily, and not deigning to notice the respectful salutation of the person addressed, "Mr.Jermin, tack ship, and stand off from the land." Upon this, the men looked hard at him, anxious to see what sort of a looking "cove" he was.

Upon inspection, he turned out to be an exceedingly minute "cove," with a viciously pugged nose, and a decidedly thin pair of legs.

There was nothing else noticeable about him.