He went on deck, sought out the captain where he was standing, shouting out hoarse directions to gangs of energetic looking sailors.
"A word with you, Captain Jellyby," he said. "There is some mistake in the order which you have received. I mean that I am in a position to cancel it. I do not wish the Esperance to sail before noon to-morrow."
His voice was very distinct and penetrating, and the sailors stopped work and looked at him. Astonishment was written legibly on their faces.
"Lade away boys, work with a will," said the captain. Then he put his hand on Gerald's shoulder, turned him round, and walked a pace or two away.
"I quite understand your position, Mr. Wyndham," he said. "And in all possible matters I shall yield you due deference. But——"
"Yes," said Wyndham.
"But—we sail at eight to-morrow morning, sharp."
"What do you mean? Who has given you the order?"
"I am not prepared to say. My orders are explicit. Another time, when Captain Jellyby can meet the wishes of Mr. Wyndham with a clear conscience, his orders shall also be explicit."
The captain bowed, laid his hand across his heart and turned away.