“Faith, but I think we were rightly punished, and that’s the reason I sent Desmond aloft, and allowed the other youngsters to remain where they had gone of their own accord.”
“You forget that the sun is somewhat hot, and they may come down by the run and knock their brains out; so don’t you think it would be better to call them down presently, and give Master Gerald a lecture on the impropriety of playing on the credulity of his younger messmates?”
Of course Adair did as the commander wished, though he had some difficulty in keeping his countenance when he called up the three youngsters before him to receive his lecture.
“Remember, Master Desmond, if you begin by bamboozling, you may end by practising more serious deceptions on your fellows; so let me advise you in future to restrain your propensity in that direction,” he wound up by saying, with as grave a countenance as he could command. He then informed the youngsters that the line was only imaginary, to denote the sun’s course round the globe.
“An ‘ideal cincture,’ you will understand, youngsters,” observed the master, who had heard Adair’s remarks, giving at the same time a nod to Mr Mildmay, who blushed an acknowledgment of being the author of the poetical simile.
The two youngsters were very greatly disappointed when they found that they had got some way to the south of the line without having made acquaintance with Neptune and his charming family.
Rio was at length reached, and Gerald and Archie had time to pay visits, in company with the good-natured master, to many of the localities with which they were acquainted when there before, though unable to get up the harbour, as they wished to call on the officious old magistrate, the Juiz da Fora who had imprisoned them and Higson. They remained, however, only long enough to take in a stock of fresh provisions and water, and then steered eastward across the Atlantic to the Cape of Good Hope.
About sixteen days after leaving Rio, land was sighted.
“What, have we got to the Cape already?” exclaimed Desmond, who heard the cry from aloft.
“No, my lad; if you had been attending to your day’s work you wouldn’t have asked the question,” answered Green. “The land ahead is the island of Tristan d’Acunha, not the most delectable of spots for the residents, though I believe there are some on it. We are going to put in to get some more fresh mutton and beef, with any vegetables they are able to spare.”