He was wrapped up in one of the gregos, and many of the prisoners wore the same.
Jack was amused at not being recognised; he slipped down the main ladder, and had to stoop under the hammocks of the wounded men, and was about to go aft to the captain's cabin to report himself, when he heard young Gossett crying out, and the sound of the rope.

"Hang me, if that brute Vigors ain't thrashing young Gossett," thought Jack.

"I dare say the poor fellow has had plenty of it since I have been away; I'll save him this time, at least." Jack, wrapped up in his grego, went to the window of the berth, looked in, and found it was as he expected.

He cried out in an angry voice, Mr Vigors, I'll thank you to leave Gossett alone.

At the sound of the voice, Vigors turned round with his colt in his hand, saw Jack's face at the window, and, impressed with the idea that the re-appearance was supernatural, uttered a wail and fell down in a fit--little Gossett also, trembling in every limb, stared with his mouth open.