“The poor people who own these stores will be heavy-hearted enough when they come to learn the reason why we have been put in undisturbed possession of their property,” said Rose.  “We must contrive some means of repaying them for such articles as we may use, Harry.”

“That’s easily enough done, Miss Rose.  Drop one of the half-eagles in a tea-pot, or a mug, and they’ll be certain to fall in with it when they come back.  Nothin’ is easier than to pay a body’s debts, when a body has the will and the means.  Now, the worst enemy of Stephen Spike must own that his brig never quits port with unsettled bills.  Stephen has his faults, like other mortals; but he has his good p’ints, too.”

“Still praising Spike, my good Jack,” cried the mate, a little provoked at this pertinacity in the deputy-steward, in sticking to his ship and his shipmate.  “I should have thought that you had sailed with him long enough to have found him out, and to wish never to put your foot in his cabin again.”

“Why, no, maty, a craft is a craft, and a body gets to like even the faults of one in which a body has gone through gales, and squalls, with a whole skin.  I like the Swash, and, for sartain things I like her captain.”

“Meaning by that, it is your intention to get on board of the one, and to sail with the other, again, as soon as you can.”

“I do, Mr. Mulford, and make no bones in telling on’t.  You know that I came here without wishing it.”

“Well, Jack, no one will attempt to control your movements, but you shall be left your own master.  I feel it to be a duty, however, as one who may know more of the law than yourself, as well as more of Stephen Spike, to tell you that he is engaged in a treasonable commerce with the enemy, and that he, and all who voluntarily remain with him, knowing this fact, may be made to swing for it.”

“Then I’ll swing for it,” returned Jack, sullenly.

“There is a little obstinacy in this, my good fellow, and you must be reasoned out of it.  I am under infinite obligations to you, Jack, and shall ever be ready to own them.  Without you to sail the boat, I might have been left to perish on that rock,—­for God only knows whether any vessel would have seen me in passing.  Most of those who go through that passage keep the western side of the reef aboard, they tell me, on account of there being better water on that side of the channel, and the chance of a man’s being seen on a rock, by ships a league or two off, would be small indeed.  Yes, Jack, I owe my life to you, and am proud to own it.”

“You owe it to Miss Rose, maty, who put me up to the enterprise, and who shared it with me.”

“To her I owe more than life,” answered Harry, looking at his beloved as she delighted in being regarded by him, “but even she, with all her wishes to serve me, would have been helpless without your skill in managing a boat.  I owe also to your good-nature the happiness of having Rose with me at this moment; for without you she would not have come.”