n hove-to for the
night. One's a line-of-battle ship, I'll swear." I examined the
vessels, and agreeing with Swinburne, reported them to Mr Falcon. My
watch was then over, and as soon as I was released I went to my hammock.

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE.

CAPTAIN KEARNEY--THE DIGNITY BALL.

The next morning at daylight we exchanged numbers, and saluted the flag,
and by eight o'clock they all anchored. Mr Falcon went on board the
admiral's ship with despatches, and to report the death of Captain
Savage. In about half-an-hour he returned, and we were glad to
perceive, with a smile upon his face, from which we argued that he would
receive his acting order as commander, which was a question of some
doubt, as the admiral had the power to give the vacancy to whom he
pleased, although it would not have been fair if he had not given it to
Mr Falcon; not that Mr Falcon would not have received his commission,
as Captain Savage dying when the ship was under no admiral's command, he
_made himself_; but still the admiral might have sent him home, and not
have given him a ship. But this he did, the captain of the _Minerve_,
being appointed to the _Sanglier_, the captain of the _Opossum_ to the
_Minerve_, and Captain Falcon taking the command of the _Opossum_. He
received his commission that evening, and the next day the exchanges
were made. Captain Falcon would have taken me with him, and offered so
to do; but I could not leave O'Brien, so I preferred remaining in the
_Sanglier_.

We were all anxious to know what sort of a person our new captain was
whose name was Kearney; but we had no time to ask the midshipmen except
when they came in charge of the boats which brought his luggage: they
replied generally, that he was a very good sort of fellow, and there was
no harm in him. But when I had the night watch with Swinburne, he came
up to me, and said, "Well, Mr Simple, so we have a new captain, I
sailed with him for two years in a brig."

"And pray, Swinburne, what sort of a person is he?"

"Why, I'll tell you, Mr Simple; he's a good-tempered, kind fellow
enough, but--"

"But what?"

"Such a _bouncer_!!"

"How do you mean? He's not a very stout man."

"Bless you, Mr Simple, why, you don't understand English. I mean that
he's the greatest liar that ever walked a deck. Now, Mr Simple, you
know I can spin a yarn occasionally."

"Yes, that you can; witness the hurricane the other night."

"Well, Mr Simple, I cannot _h