Although Captain Phillips would, perhaps, have felt small regret had Zuares shared the fate of the Prophet Jonah, he ordered the steward to give him a good tot of grog, and ere long, as the breeze sprang up and sail was made on the ship, nothing remained of an adventure so exciting, but an entry made very briefly by Mr. Quail in the ship's log:—
"4 P.M., calm. Zuares Sarradas caught and killed a shark.
"6 P.M., steady breeze; people employed in shifting the foretopsail and slushing the mainmast. Pumps attended to as usual."
The pumps and the foretopsail were evidently of more importance to Mr. Quail than the shark and its story.
CHAPTER XXIII.
HAWKSHAW'S OLD FRIENDS.
One day, Ethel, inspired perhaps by Hawkshaw's evil genius, expressed a wish to go forward and see what she termed "the front part of the ship."
Her papa and Dr. Heriot were near; but as Hawkshaw had a jealous dislike of Heriot's attention to the sisters, and Mr. Basset had no desire to take more trouble than was absolutely necessary, the ex-captain drew closer to her, on which she said:
"Please take me to see it."
Hawkshaw, though he would almost as soon have walked into a furnace, gave his hand reluctantly to Ethel, pulled his newly-donned wide-awake down over his eyes, and led her forward from the sanctum of the quarter-deck.