He was a gentleman of the old school--one of the last of the Kihees.
He now told us that he had orders to take us before the consul.
Nothing loth, we formed in procession; and, with the old man at our head, sighing and labouring like an engine, and flanked by a guard of some twenty natives, we started for the village.
Arrived at the consular office, we found Wilson there, and four or five Europeans, seated in a row facing us; probably with the view of presenting as judicial an appearance as possible.
On one side was a couch, where Captain Guy reclined.

He looked convalescent; and, as we found out, intended soon to go aboard his ship.

He said nothing, but left everything to the consul.
The latter now rose, and, drawing forth a paper from a large roll tied with red tape, commenced reading aloud.
It purported to be, "the affidavit of John Jennin, first officer of the British Colonial Barque Julia; Guy, Master;" and proved to be a long statement of matters, from the time of leaving Sydney, down to our arrival in the harbour.

Though artfully drawn up so as to bear hard against every one of us, it was pretty correct in the de-.
tails; excepting that it was wholly silent as to the manifold derelictions of the mate himself--a fact which imparted unusual significance to the concluding sentence, "And furthermore, this deponent sayeth not." No comments were made, although we all looked round for the mate to see whether it was possible that he could have authorized this use of his name.

But he was not present.
The next document produced was the deposition of the captain himself.
As on all other occasions, however, he had very little to say for himself, and it was soon set aside.
The third affidavit was that of the seamen remaining aboard the vessel, including the traitor Bungs, who, it seemed, had turned ship's evidence.