This observation, which showed him that I knew the connection and correspondence between them, made him gasp with emotion. “Leave the ship, sir, or by God I’ll put you in irons for mutiny,” cried he. I again took off my hat, and went down the side, and shoved off.
As soon as I was a few yards distant, the men jumped on the carronade, and cheered, and I perceived Captain Hawkins order them down, and before I was a cable’s length from her, the pipe “All hands to punishment;” so I presume some of the poor fellows suffered for their insubordination in showing their good-will. I acknowledge that I might have left the ship in a more dignified manner, and that my conduct was not altogether correct; but still, I state what I really did do, and some allowance must be made for my feelings. This is certain, that my conduct after the court-martial was more deserving of punishment than that for which I had been tried: but I was in a state of feverish excitement, and hardly knew what I did.
When I arrived at Sally Port, I had my effects wheeled up to the Blue Posts, and packing up those which I most required, I threw off my uniform, and was once more a gentleman at large. I took my place in the mail for that evening, sent a letter of thanks, with a few bank notes, to my counsel, and then sat down and wrote a long letter to O’Brien, acquainting him with the events which had taken place.
I had just finished, and sealed it up, when in came Mrs Trotter. “O my dear Mr Simple! I’m so sorry; and I have come to console you. There’s nothing like women when men are in affliction, as poor Trotter used to say, as he laid his head in my lap. When do you go to town?”
“This evening, Mrs Trotter.”
“I hope I am to continue to attend the ship?”
“I hope so, too, Mrs Trotter; I have no doubt but you will.”
“Now, Mr Simple, how are you off for money? Do you want a little? You can pay me by-and-bye. Don’t be afraid: I am not quite so poor as I was when you came down to mess with Trotter and me, and when you gave me a dozen pairs of stockings. I know what it is to want money, and what it is to want friends.”
“Many thanks to you, Mrs Trotter,” replied I; “but I have sufficient to take me home, and then I can obtain more.”
“Well, I’m glad of it, but it was offered in earnest. Good-bye, God bless you! Come, Mr Simple, give me a kiss; it won’t be the first time.”