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We were out some days without sighting a single sail, but we were not the less merry, living upon hope, and the good fare our caterer, Macquoid, had collected. At length a sail was seen, and chase made. It was some time before we could make out whether the stranger was a man-of-war or merchantman, a friend or foe.
I immediately went to our long-headed Scotch assistant-surgeon, Macquoid, and described my symptoms. "You're vary ill, lad vary ill," he answered, looking at me with a quizzical expression in his humorous countenance. "I'll give you something which will do for ye, and not make ye wish for any more physic for a long time to come." Macquoid was as good as his word.
I had my doubts, however, of Macquoid's sincerity, and having had some experience of his mode of treatment on a former occasion, resolved to be very much better the next visit he paid us. I said nothing to Spellman, whose spirits rose immediately. "I told you so," he exclaimed, when Macquoid was gone. "I told you I should humbug Johnny Sawbones."
There was at length no doubt about it, but McAllister still shook his head, muttering "A phantom a phantom but very like the craft there's na doubt about that." I do not know what he might have thought when the schooner shortened sail, and glided up slowly alongside our boat. There were Perigal, and Grey, and Macquoid, and Bobus, and others, looking at us over the bulwarks.
"I don't want any myself; the fact is, Macquoid, that the plasters you put on yesterday did me so much good, and you have treated me so well altogether, that I feel getting quite well and strong, and have been waiting all the morning for your coming, to ask if I might get up." Macquoid shook his head at me. "We'll see how the wound looks first," said he.
Fortunately for us, a kind friend in Singapore, who had been in New South Wales, and knew the value of the favour he was conferring, supplied us with a whole packet of introductory letters to the first families in the place; while we were further aided in the matter by my old friend, Thos. Macquoid, Esq., then Sheriff of the Colony.
Hunt and Rachel, and carry on a tea-party including the Rev. William Johnson and Miss Macquoid, the Christian Scientists, with remarkable likeness to the truth.
"Why, not five minutes ago, you were groaning away worse than I was that he was, Macquoid. Give him some of your beastly stuff. It's not fair that I should take it, and not him. He promised to keep me company." "When the pains return he shall have more of it, depend on that," said Macquoid, scarcely able to dress my wound for laughing. "He has tasted it already.
Poor Grey lifted up his head as he saw me placed by his side in the stern-sheets, and said "What, Merry, are you hurt too? There will be no need of shamming this time, to deceive Macquoid." "I am afraid not," I answered faintly. "But still I hope that we may live to fight the Frenchmen another day." "No fear of that, young gentlemen," said Mr Johnson, who had overheard us.
Carroll P. Bassett, Miss Anna Dayton, Robert C. Maxwell, Miss Clara A. Vezin, Mrs. Hamilton F. Kean, Mrs. Alexander F. Jamieson, Mrs. Charles W. MacQuoid, Mrs. Thomas B. Adams, Miss Anne McIlvaine and Mrs. Sherman B. Joost.
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