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Updated: June 12, 2025
Leaving Glynn and his little charge to philosophise on the resemblance between men and crocodiles, we shall now return to Tim Rokens and Phil Briant, whom we left in the trader's cottage.
"Messmates," said Tim Rokens, who for some time had leaned with both elbows on his oar and his face buried in his hands, "wot d'ye say to a bath? I do believe it 'ud do us good." "P'haps it would," replied King Bumble; but he did not move, and the other men made no reply, while Rokens again sank forward.
"Don't we, though!" cried Gurney, who had been in the mate's boat; "I axed one o' the men o' the stranger's boats for we run up close alongside durin' the chase and he told me as how she was the Termagant of New York; so we can be down on 'em yet, if we live long enough." "Humph!" observed Rokens; "and d'ye suppose he'd give ye the right name?" "He'd no reason to do otherwise.
"There's lots of work; you can please yourself as to choice." "Then I comed fur to suggist that the purvisions and things a-top o' the sandbank isn't quite so safe as they might be." "True, Briant; I was just thinking of that as you came up. Go and see you make a tight job of it. Get Rokens to help you."
"Wot, me!" exclaimed Mr Rokens, looking up in surprise, as indeed he well might, having just concluded his fourth, and being about to commence his fifth egg, to the no small anxiety of Martha and Jane, into whose limited and innocent minds the possibility of such a feat had never entered. "Wot, me! Why, capting, if they was biled as hard as the head of a marline-spike "
Gurney looked as if he did not quite approve of so summary a method of solving such a knotty question, but observing from the expression of Rokens' countenance that, though he had paused, that philosopher had not yet concluded, he remained silent.
"Then why ain't Bibles sent to 'em at once?" asked Rokens, in a tone of great indignation, supposing that the doctor was expressing his own opinion on the subject. "Is there nobody to look arter these matters in Christian lands?"
"I'll be the death o' that brute yet," said Gurney, wiping the perspiration from his forehead; "but go on, Rokens; what was it you saw?" "It was the ghost," replied Rokens, as the men gathered round him again "a long, thin ghost, standin' at my bedside.
To the doctor and Tim Rokens alone did he reveal his inmost thoughts, because he knew that he could trust them, and felt that he needed their advice and sympathy. The work progressed so rapidly, that in a few days more the boat approached completion, and preparations were being made in earnest for finally quitting the little isle on which they had found a home for so many days.
The sick man was therefore sent on shore in charge of Tim Rokens.
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