But there was another man-of-war in port with which we were familiar.

We passed it far out on the Indian Ocean.

It again passed us, and reached Aden before we did.

The 'Porcupine' lay not far from the 'Fulvia', and as I leaned over the bulwarks, idly looking at her, a boat shot away from her side, and came towards us.

As it drew near, I saw that it was filled with luggage--a naval officer's, I knew it to be.