"The very way their father and mother run.

I have watched them often." * * * * * But, after ten days of comradeship, came the parting.

It was Michael's first visit on the _Ariel_, and he and Jerry had spent a frolicking half- hour on her white deck amid the sound and commotion of hoisting in boats, making sail, and heaving out anchor.

As the _Ariel_ began to move through the water and heeled to the filling of her canvas by the brisk trade-wind, the Commissioner and Captain Kellar shook last farewells and scrambled down the gang-plank to their waiting whaleboats.

At the last moment Captain Kellar had caught Michael up, tucked him under an arm, and with him dropped into the, sternsheets of his whaleboat.
Painters were cast off, and in the sternsheets of each boat solitary white men were standing up, heads bared in graciousness of conduct to the furnace-stab of the tropic sun, as they waved additional and final farewells.