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Jack Lizard and I took it by turns to steer, for I was rather afraid of trusting Charlie Dick Tilston, lest a sudden squall might strike the boat and send us over.
"This reminds me of the long time the missionary Williams was searching for the island of Barotonga before he discovered it," observed Charles Tilston. "He, however, went not to seek wealth for himself, but to carry a pearl of great price to the benighted inhabitants.
There are also two or three other vessels employed by different societies with the same object in view." "I must make inquiries about them," answered Charles Tilston, and he seemed lost in thought. As we had been four days cruising about without coming in sight of the wished-for islands, at last Harry began to fear that old Tom had made some unaccountable mistake.
Our minds were too much occupied with the thoughts of the schooner, or rather of those on board her, to enable us to talk on any other subject Charlie Tilston every now and then tried to get up a lively conversation, but found that he could not succeed. All night long we glided smoothly on.
At last he exclaimed "Who are you? Are you Charles Tilston?" "Yes," answered the stranger, gazing at Dick's countenance; "and you are my brother Dick, whom I have come to look for." "Yes, I am Dick," was the answer. "Oh, Charlie, I should never have forgiven myself if you had lost your life, for it was I, from what you tell me, who brought you out here."
This made us all laugh, when they stopped and grinned in return; but although they seemed inclined to be friendly, they would not trust themselves near us. Harry, however, thought that they might possibly not object to our landing on their island. A boat was accordingly lowered, and Charles Tilston, Dick, and I, with Tom Tubb, Jacky Pott, and Lizard, went in her.
"But I must remind you of what my brother said, and you must not be disappointed should she decline your offer." I flattered myself that I had made a very diplomatic reply, but the young chief did not look at all satisfied as I wished him good-bye. I returned on board with the doctor, who prescribed for Charles Tilston, and said he had little doubt that he would soon come round.
The next day he had so far recovered as to be able to speak without difficulty. He told me that his name was Richard Tilston, though he was generally called Dick by his friends; that he had had a great longing for going to sea; and that, as his father would not let him, he had run off from school, and found his way down to the docks.
The trading over for the morning, as soon as we had breakfasted, Charles Tilston and I, with Dick and two men, pulled off to watch the natives diving for the oyster-shells. About thirty canoes were floating over different spots, each having one diver on board.
The natives had, in the meantime, been collecting the goods thrown upon the beach from the wrecked vessel, not one of which was stolen, and bringing them into the town. We at once went to the place where they were stowed, and among them Charles Tilston discovered his own portmanteau, which he said professed to be waterproof. On opening it, he found that no wet had got in.
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