Strange as it may seem, a warm friendship sprang up between the bully and the first mate.
"I aint got nothing against you, Baxter," said Jack Lesher.

"When we get to Australia perhaps we can work together, eh ?" and he closed one eye suggestively.

Baxter had told him of his rich relative, and the mate thought there might be a chance to get money from Baxter.
"He'd rather give me money than have me tell his relation what sort of a duck he is," said Lesher to himself.
After this incident the time passed pleasantly enough for over a week.

When Baxter came from the brig he went to work without a word.
Whenever he passed the Rovers or the girls he acted as if he did not know they were there, and they ignored him just as thoroughly.

But the boys watched every move the bully made.
As mentioned before, Jack Lesher was a drinking man, and as the weather grew warmer the mate increased his potions until there was scarcely a day when he was thoroughly sober.