POWDER AND ARMS
T HE Hispaniola lay some way out, and we went under the figureheads and around the sterns of many other ships, and their cables sometimes grated beneath our keel, and sometimes swung above us. At last, however, we swung alongside, and were met and saluted as we stepped aboard by the mate, Mr. Arrow, a brown old sailor, with earrings in his ears and a squint. He and the squire were very thick and friendly, but I soon observed that things were not the same between Mr. Trelawney and the captain.
This last was a sharp-looking man, who seemed angry with everything on board, and was soon to tell us why, for we hardly got down into the cabin when a sailor followed us.
" CaptainSmollett, sir, axing to speak with you," said he.
"I am always at the captain's orders. Show him in," said the squire.
The captain, who was close behind his messenger, entered at once, and shut the door behind him.
"Well, sir," said the captain, "better speak plain, I believe, at the risk of offense. I don't like this cruise;