He did not do so, however, and I was not disposed to seek a further explanation.
At seven o'clock in the evening of the 14th of August, the island being already wrapped in darkness, I was walking on the port after I had dined, walking briskly too, for it was cold, although dry weather.

The sky was studded with stars and the air was very keen.

I could not stay out long, and was returning to mine inn, when a man crossed my path, paused, came back, and stopped in front of me.

It was the captain of the _Halbrane_.
"Mr.Jeorling," he began, "the _Halbrane_ sails tomorrow morning, with the ebb tide." "What is the good of telling me that," I replied, "since you refuse--" "Sir, I have thought over it, and if you have not changed your mind, come on board at seven o'clock." "Really, captain," I replied, "I did not expect this relenting on your part." "I repeat that I have thought over it, and I add that the _Halbrane_ shall proceed direct to Tristan d'Acunha.

That will suit you, I suppose ?" "To perfection, captain.