When the boat was beached one of its occupants, a roughly dressed man, sprang ashore and walked cautiously towards Mander; then he gave a great shout.
"Heigho, heigho!" he cried, "and Mander, this is you!" Then there was great hand-shaking and many words.
"Excuse me, sir," said the man, raising his hat to Dickory, "it is now more than two years since I have seen my friend here, when he was marooned by pirates.

We were all on the same merchantman, but the pirate took me along, being short of hands.

I got away at last, sir" (all the time addressing Dickory instead of Mander, this being respect to his rank), "and shipping on board that brig, sir, I begged it of the captain that he would drop anchor here and take in water, although I cannot say it was needed, and give me a chance to land and see if my old friend be yet alive.

I knew the spot, having well noted it when Mander and his family were marooned." "And this is Lucilla's ship," said Dickory to himself.

But to the sailor he said: "This is a great day for your friend and his family.