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Have
you any notion what time it may happen to be?"
"Not much," I replied; "but I fear it is rather late."
"That depends upon what you call late," he retorted. "Some of your
town-bred dandies are only in their first nap about this time. As a
matter of absolute fact, however, it has just gone eight bells, or noon;
so that you see, my young friend, breakfast is over long enough ago.
But I dare say Patterson can find something for you all the same." He
rang a small hand-bell which stood on the table, and the captain's
steward made his appearance. "Patterson," said the doctor, "this young
gentleman complains that he is hungry. Have you any trifle, such as the
wing of a chicken, or something of that sort, in your pantry that you
could give him?"
"No, sir," replied the man, with a grin, "I'm afraid I've not. But if a nice
rasher of bacon and a cup of coffee will do--"
"Splendidly," I interrupted. "To tell you the truth, doctor, I am hungry
enough to eat a horse, harness and all; so I shall be very glad to have
either a rasher of bacon or anything else that is quickly obtainable."
Patterson was not long in getting ready the promised repast, which I
cleared to the last morsel; after which I made my way on deck. The
skipper was there, promenading the weather side of the quarter-deck,
the first luff jogging fore and aft alongside of him. I was called up, a
few kind inquiries made, together with a eulogistic remark or two upon
my conduct of the previous evening; and the whole neatly finished off
with an intimation that, having begun so well, great things would be
expected of me in future, and that, having established a reputation for

zeal and gallantry, it was hoped I would do my utmost to maintain it;
after which I was dismissed. I soon found that my exploit had placed
me upon quite a different footing in the ship from that which I had
occupied before. The men treated me with real respect, instead of the
good-humoured burlesque thereof which they had accorded me hitherto;
and my fellow-mids at once received me into the berth upon a footing
of perfect equality with themselves, each one striving to do me some
little kindness or show me some little attention, in place of playing off
disagreeable practical jokes upon me. They would not have been
midshipmen had they not had a jocular remark or two to make upon the
subject, but it was all said in good part. The wind continued to blow
hard during the whole of that day, but toward sunset it moderated
somewhat, and veered a point or two to the northward. The ship had
been under close-reefed topsails and fore-topmast staysail ever since
midnight of the night before.
CHAPTER TWO.
HOW WE LOST HER.
The sun was just sinking below the horizon, his parting beams lighting
up gorgeously a heavy bank of clouds which hung low down in the
western quarter, when the lookout man aloft hailed, "A sail on the
weather bow!"
Everybody was instantly on the alert.
"What do you make her out to be?" hailed Mr Sennitt, the first
lieutenant; while the skipper turned to me and said,--
"Mr Chester, be good enough to slip down into my cabin, and bring up
my telescope, if you please."
As I made a dive down the companion, I heard the lookout hail again:
"She is a large lugger, sir; I can make her out quite plainly; she is just
in the wake of the sun."
"All hands make sail," was the next order, given as quick as lightning.

I got the glass, and hurrying on deck with it, placed it in the skipper's
hands. The men were by this time lying out on the yards, shaking a
couple of reefs out of the topsails, and loosing the courses. Captain
Brisac slung the telescope over his shoulder, and, springing into the
rigging, made his way aloft to the crosstrees, where the lookout still sat,
with one hand grasping the topgallant shrouds, and the other shading
his eyes. The skipper braced himself firmly against the topmost head,
raised the telescope to his eye, and took a good long look at the
stranger, closed the glass sharply, and descended to the deck again with
all the agility of a monkey--or a midshipman.
"She is a lugger, sure enough; and a large one too," he remarked, as he
rejoined the first lieutenant. "There can be no doubt that she is French;
and I have a strong suspicion that she is a privateer on the lookout for
some of our homeward-bound vessels. I do not think they have made us
out yet; when