So Randall held a consultation with Captain Ward, and the result was that the men were called aft and lectured.
The mission of the Scorcher was enlarged upon, but even as he berated his crew it could be seen that the captain was not himself convinced.
Frank shook his head ominously at this.
“I am afraid that trouble will come out of it all,” he said.
Below the Tropic of Capricorn the weather grew cooler and more rapid progress was made.
One day some islands were sighted off to the southwest. Captain Ward closed his glass, and said:
“The Falklands, gentlemen. Do you wish to stop there awhile?”
“No!” replied Frank, emphatically. “Let us get into southern waters as quickly as possible.”
“Aye, aye, sir!”
Straight southward the brig held her way. But progress now was slow.