"Positively for the last time, as the play-bills have it, thank Heaven, and the wind it sends us."
"Thank Heaven, say I too. I only wish, further, that we were round Cape St. Mary."
"That will come too, all in good time, please God."
Some time elapsed before Mr. Basset knew all he had undergone, and before he became fully aware of the vast service rendered to him by Dr. Heriot. For a time the poor man was awed, and humbled, and overwhelmed by all he had been subjected to.
On the morning he heard all this for the first time, Captain Phillips shook him by the hand, and said, laughing:
"Bailie Nicol Jarvie says, 'My conscience, hang a bailie!' but here we have actually had a judge hanged at the yardarm, aboard this 'ere ship, and yet never a hair the worse, thanks to Dr. Heriot here."
"Please, captain, don't speak of it," whispered Ethel.
"God bless you, my dear sir," said Mr. Basset, grasping both Heriot's hands in his. "He only can reward you for your kindness and exercise of your skill; but I am the worse, Captain Phillips, and never again shall be half the man I was."
"Take courage, sir," said Morley; "we never know what is before us."
"But I feel in every limb and fibre, Morley, that I never shall fully recover the shock my nervous system has sustained."