Still, there is never any saying what will happen.
Having been in the thick of the Mahratta business, all along, I should not like to be out of it, now." "Well, we will get up anchor at daybreak, tomorrow." All on board were glad, when the news that they were to sail for Calcutta, the next morning, was circulated through the ship.

To the crew, the voyage had been a monotonous one; the weather having been uniformly fine, since they started; and they had had no adventures, such as they had hoped for, with hostile natives.
Nothing was talked of that night, between decks, but Harry's story; which had been told by Lieutenant Hardy to the midshipmen, who had retailed it to the petty officers, and it had rapidly spread.
Abdool and the interpreter were made as much of as was possible, considering that neither could understand English; and deep were the expressions of regret that none of the sailors had taken part in so tough a fight.
By the time the sun was up, next morning, the vessel was under weigh and, with light breezes, sailed round Singapore, and then headed northwest.

The winds, as before, were light and, as the northeast monsoon was still blowing, the rate of progress was slow.
"I wish we could have got into the Hooghly," Fairclough said, as he walked impatiently up and down the quarterdeck, "before the monsoon broke; but I don't see much chance of it.

It generally changes about the middle of April, and we are well on in the first week, now.

At the rate at which we are sailing, we shall take at least three weeks before we get there.