CHAPTER XXXVIII.
LITTLE JULIA SAILS WITHOUT US TO MAKE good the hint thrown out by the consul upon the conclusion of the Farce of the Affidavits, we were again brought before him within the time specified.
It was the same thing over again: he got nothing out of us, and we were remanded; our resolute behaviour annoying him prodigiously.
What we observed led us to form the idea that, on first learning the state of affairs on board the Julia, Wilson must have addressed his invalid friend, the captain, something in the following style: "Guy, my poor fellow, don't worry yourself now about those rascally sailors of yours.

I'll dress them out for you--just leave it all to me, and set your mind at rest." But handcuffs and stocks, big looks, threats, dark hints, and depositions, had all gone for nought.
Conscious that, as matters now stood, nothing serious could grow out of what had happened; and never dreaming that our being sent home for trial had ever been really thought of, we thoroughly understood Wilson, and laughed at him accordingly.
Since leaving the Julia, we had caught no glimpse of the mate; but we often heard of him.
It seemed that he remained on board, keeping house in the cabin for himself and Viner; who, going to see him according to promise, was induced to remain a guest.

These two cronies now had fine times; tapping the captain's quarter-casks, playing cards on the transom, and giving balls of an evening to the ladies ashore.

In short, they cut up so many queer capers that the missionaries complained of them to the consul; and Jermin received a sharp reprimand.
This so affected him that he still drank more freely than before; and one afternoon, when mellow as a grape, he took umbrage at a canoe full of natives, who, on being hailed from the deck to come aboard and show their papers, got frightened, and paddled for the shore.
Lowering a boat instantly, he equipped Wymontoo and the Dane with a cutlass apiece, and seizing another himself, off they started in pursuit, the ship's ensign flying in the boat's stern.

The alarmed islanders, beaching their canoe, with loud cries fled through the village, the mate after them, slashing his naked weapon to right and left.