ave
quarrelled with the owner. The men are not very well pleased as it is
with their want of success these two last voyages, and it will require
but little to blow up the discontent into a mutiny. Come, Philip, I
shall want you to assist me. We shall be back to dinner, Elrington."

When I was again alone, I had time to consider what had passed. What I
chiefly dwelt upon was the interview, between Philip and Miss
Trevannion--her message to me--her hesitation--and keeping the ring. I
could not help surmising that our feelings towards each other were
reciprocal, and this idea gave me infinite delight, and repaid me for
all that had passed. Then my brother's hasty declaration to her father,
that we were better born and bred than he was, would certainly be
repeated by him to his daughter, and must make an impression. And what
would Mr Trevannion do? Would he give way to the unanimous opinion
against him? I feared not, at least without another struggle. All
these questions occupied my thoughts till the return of Captain Levee
and Philip from the privateer. They had well managed their business.
The crew of the Arrow had come to an unanimous resolution that they
would not sail with any other captain but Captain Levee; and that if he
did resign the command of the vessel, as soon as their wages were paid,
and they received their share of prize-money, they would leave, and
enter into the king's service.

That afternoon Mr Trevannion sent for the officer next in command, to
give him the command of the vessel; but as he went over the side, the
men, expecting that he was sent for for that purpose, told him that they
would serve under no one but Captain Levee, and that he might acquaint
the owner with their determination. This put the finishing blow to Mr
Trevannion. As soon as this was communicated to him, he was wild with
rage in being thus thwarted in every way. As I afterwards was informed,
he went even to his daughter, acquainted her with all that had passed,
and gave vent to his indignation, accusing her of being a party in the
conspiracy. But this was to be his last effort: the excitement had been
too great, and after dinner he felt so unwell that he went to bed. The
next morning he was in a raging fever, and at times delirious. The
fever was so violent that the doctors had much to do to reduce it, and
for ten days Mr Trevannion was in great danger. At last it was got
under, leaving him in a state of great we