This narrow escape ought to have been a warning to all on board. Unhappily it was not.  The same system was pursued as before.  The other mates grow jealous of Cousin Silas, and did their utmost to counteract his efforts.  One night Jerry and I were on deck, actively moving about, followed by Old Surley, looking out in every direction; for it was very dark, and the officers had been having a carouse.  For some reason or other I was more than usually uneasy.  So was Jerry.