"Well, I must bid you all adieu," said the general, "for I have kept poor Carter waiting a most unconscionable time, and I see him marching to and fro upon his poop yonder in a state of terrible impatience. Good-bye, my dear boy, and God bless you, for you are a downright good lad in every way!  Don't forget to write to me, and keep me posted as to how you are getting on.  Good-bye, Captain Bentinck!  I am delighted to have had the very great pleasure of making your acquaintance, and I am much obliged to you for listening to me so patiently.  Good-bye, Mr Seaton; good-bye, good-bye!"  And the old gentleman bustled away, beaming benignantly upon all and sundry, and made his way down into the boat, which meanwhile had been hauled-up to the gangway.  Five minutes later the boat returned to the _Shark_, and was hoisted to the davits, and the two craft filled away upon their respective courses, with mutual dips of their ensigns, and much waving of white pocket handkerchiefs from the poop of the _Indian Queen_.