I saw Railton in the afternoon: he is greatly altered for the worse, and, I should think, had been drinking heavily before he shipped; but the captain was evidently too short of hands to be particular.

I think I will give the Concanens my tin box to hide in their cabin.

Of course I can trust them, and this will baffle theft; the clasp I will wear about me.

This is a happy idea; I will go to their cabin now and ask them.

It is 9.30 p.m., and the wind is still fair, I believe.
"July 20th .-- We have so far kept up an average speed of seven and a half knots an hour, and Captain Holding thinks we shall make even better sailing when the hands are more accustomed to their work.
I spend my time mostly with the Concanens--who readily, by the way, undertook the care of my tin box--and find them the most agreeable of fellow-travellers.