"But——" began Shandon again.
"For you have shown what you are made of, commander; I know your deeds of service. You are a fine sailor!"
"If you will allow me——"
"No, I won't have your bravery, audacity, and skill put an instant in doubt, even by you! The captain who chose you for his mate is a man who knows what he's about, I can tell you."
"But that's nothing to do with it," said Shandon, impatient.
"What is it, then? Don't keep me in suspense another minute."
"You don't give me time to speak. Tell me, if you please, doctor, how it comes that you are to take part in the expedition of the Forward."
"Read this letter, this worthy letter, the letter of a brave captain—very laconic, but quite sufficient."
Saying which the doctor held out the following letter to Shandon:—
"INVERNESS,