Under these circumstances, you understand, a passenger might be troublesome, and besides, who would care to embark on the _Halbrane_?
she does not like to flout the breezes, and goes wherever the wind drives her." "The _Halbrane_ positively leaves the Kerguelens in four days ?" "Certainly." "And this time she will sail westward for Tristan d'Acunha ?" "Probably." "Well, then, that probability will be enough for me, and since you offer me your services, get Captain Len Guy to accept me as a passenger." "It's as good as done." "All right, Hurliguerly, and you shall have no reason to repent of it." "Eh! Mr.Jeorling," replied this singular mariner, shaking his head as though he had just come out of the sea, "I have never repented of anything, and I know well that I shall not repent of doing you a service.

Now, if you will allow me, I shall take leave of you, without waiting for Arkins to return, and get on board." With this, Hurliguerly swallowed his last glass of whisky at a gulp--I thought the glass would have gone down with the liquor--bestowed a patronizing smile on me, and departed.
An hour later, I met the innkeeper on the port, and told him what had occurred.
"Ah! that Hurliguerly!" said he, "always the old story.

If you were to believe him, Captain Len Guy wouldn't blow his nose without consulting him.

He's a queer fellow, Mr.Jeorling, not bad, not stupid, but a great hand at getting hold of dollars or guineas! If you fall into his hands, mind your purse, button up your pocket, and don't let yourself be done." "Thanks for your advice, Atkins.

Tell me, you have been talking with Captain Len Guy; have you spoken about me ?" "Not yet, Mr.Jeorling.