It was ten o’clock when I awoke, refreshed, but disappointed.  Marble was still snoring in his berth, and I was compelled to give him a call.  I could perceive there was a breeze, and that the ship was going through the water fast; by her lurching, she was close hauled.  It takes a seaman but a minute or two to throw on his loose attire, and no time was lost on the present occasion.  While my mate and I were thus engaged, the former happened to cast a look out of the cabin windows, which were open on account of the warmth of the weather, and offered no obstruction to a long view of the ocean directly in our wake.

“Halloo, Miles!” Marble exclaimed; “by Jove, we are chased!  Such is the secret of Mr. Frog’s being so much alive this fine morning.  Yonder comes a frigate, or my name is not Oloff Marble.”

A frigate there was, sure enough.  She was about two leagues astern of us, and resembled a pyramidal cloud, moving along the water, so completely were her spars covered with canvass.  That she was an Englishman was more than probable, from the cruising ground, as well as from the fact of the prize-crew running from her.  In that day, no French ship-of-war loitered long at any particular point, her enemies being so numerous as to render pursuit certain, ere many hours could elapse.  After determining these facts in our minds, Marble and I went on deck.

My first look was ahead.  To my deep regret there lay the land, actually within three leagues of us!  The wind was fresh at north-east, and Monsieur Le Gros appeared to be steering for a group of islands that lay a little, and ever so little, on our lee bow.  Brest was out of the question; if we could get in with the land, among these islands, it was as much as we could do, before the racer astern would be up to us.  The Frenchmen were evidently alarmed; an English prison-ship, with all its known horrors, being very vividly placed before their eyes.  Monsieur Le Gros screamed, and gave twenty orders in a minute, while the other sixteen men made more noise than would be heard among a thousand Americans.  Heavens! what a clamour these chaps kept up, and all about nothing, too, the ship having every stitch of canvass on her that would draw.  I felt like the Arab who owned the rarest mare in the desert, but who was coming up with the thief who had stolen her, himself riding an inferior beast, and all because the rogue did not understand the secret of making the mare do her best.  “Pinch her right ear, or I shall overtake you,” called out the Arab; and more than twenty times was I disposed to trim the Dawn’s sails, and send Neb to the wheel, in order to escape the disgrace of being overhauled by the frigate.  There was a chance for me, however, in this second recapture, and I thought it preferable to let things take their course.  My new conquerors might be mystified, whereas, there was little hope for us, should Monsieur Le Gros get in, after such an uproar.