Nothing escapes the vigilance of the New South Wales police; their reputation is known the world over.

They made a shrewd guess that I could give them some useful information, and they were the first to meet me.

Some one said they came to arrest me, and--well, let it go at that.
[Illustration: The accident at Sydney.] Summer was approaching, and the harbor of Sydney was blooming with yachts.

Some of them came down to the weather-beaten _Spray_ and sailed round her at Shelcote, where she took a berth for a few days.
At Sydney I was at once among friends.

The _Spray_ remained at the various watering-places in the great port for several weeks, and was visited by many agreeable people, frequently by officers of H.M.S.
_Orlando_ and their friends.