On the next day I supped with the admiral at his residence, the palace, which was once the convent of the Mercenaries.

At each place, and all about, I felt the friendly grasp of a manly hand, that lent me vital strength to pass the coming long days at sea.

I must confess that the perfect discipline, order, and cheerfulness at Gibraltar were only a second wonder in the great stronghold.

The vast amount of business going forward caused no more excitement than the quiet sailing of a well-appointed ship in a smooth sea.

No one spoke above his natural voice, save a boatswain's mate now and then.