When the plucky mate had been brought round and stowed away in his berth, Gonzague again took charge of the Merle, and dropped her anchor once more in the harbor of Naples at about eight o'clock in the morning.
Just before Mr. Wrenmarsh turned in for the night, he put his head into the door of Jerry's stateroom to ask if he could do anything for him.
"No, thank you," Jerry returned. "Much obliged; but the man by my door will hear if I want anything. I'm all right now. I'm jolly much obliged to you for fixing me up."
"'Pon my word, Table—Taberman, you're the most extraordinary man for a Bostonian I ever saw. Good-night."
"Good-night," Jerry responded. Then he chuckled, and added, "But Boston's full of better men than I am, if you'd only stayed there to see 'em."
