Between the captain and myself, we kept life in him, and at last landed him at Port Darwin; all of us, officers and crew, swearing to let no one know he was a convict.

And I'll say this for the crew of the 'Dancing Kate' that, so far as I know, they kept their word.

That letter, addressed in care of a firm of Melbourne bankers, I gave back to him before we landed.

We made him up a purse of fifty pounds,--for the crew got to like him,--and left him at Port Darwin, sailing away again in a few days to another pearl-field farther east.

What happened to him at Port Darwin and elsewhere, I don't know; but one day I found him on a fashionable steamer in the Indian Ocean, looking almost as near to Kingdom Come as when he starved in the dingey on No Man's Sea.