This was the man whom his brother officers had nicknamed the Bear of the Expedition.

In other words--Richard Wardour.
Crayford advanced to welcome Captain Helding.

Frank, remembering the friendly reproof which he had just received, passed over the other officers of the _Wanderer_, and made a special effort to be civil to Crayford's friend.
"Good-morning, Mr.Wardour," he said.

"We may congratulate each other on the chance of leaving this horrible place." "_You_ may think it horrible," Wardour retorted; "I like it." "Like it?
Good Heavens! why ?" "Because there are no women here." Frank turned to his brother officers, without making any further advances in the direction of Richard Wardour.

The Bear of the Expedition was more unapproachable than ever.
In the meantime, the hut had become thronged by the able-bodied officers and men of the two ships.