I shall pass over the next ten days, with a very brief allusion to their events.  The first proof I had of Mr. Clements being commanding officer, was my being transferred from the cabin to the gun-room.  It is true, there was no want of space in my new apartment, for officering and manning the prize had left several state-rooms vacant in the Briton’s gun-room, which fell to the shares of the French prisoners and myself.  Poor Captain Rowley was preserved in spirits and then things went on pretty much as before, with the exception that our crippled condition and reduced crew rendered us no longer anxious to fall in with Frenchmen.  I may say, in this place, also, that now the excitement which had carried him away was gone, Marble was profoundly ashamed of the part he had taken in the late affair.  He had fought under English colours, once more; and, though I seldom dared to allude to the thing, it is my opinion he heartily regretted his conduct, to his dying day.  As for Neb, all seemed right enough in his eyes; for, though he well understood the distinctions between flags and countries, he always imagined it a duty to stick by the craft in which he happened to be.

Ten days after I had been living under the regime of “new lords and new laws,” we fell in with a frigate, in the chops of the channel, and exchanged signals with her.  The reader will judge of Marble’s and my dissatisfaction, when we heard it announced that the ship which was then fast approaching us, was the Speedy.  There was no help for it, however; she was already within gun-shot, and soon rounded-to, within hail of the Briton, which ship had hove-to, to wait for her.  In a few minutes, Lord Harry Dermond, in person, was alongside of us, in a boat, to show his orders to Captain Rowley, and report himself, as the junior captain.  I could not quit the quarter-deck, from a desire to ascertain, if possible, what had become of Sennit and his companions, though prudence dictated concealment.

Clements met the young nobleman at the gangway, and, apologizing for not going on board the Speedy, on account of the state of his boats, reported the late action and its results.  Lord Harry then found himself the senior, instead of the junior commander, and he immediately began to ask questions.  He was in the midst of these interrogatories, when his eye suddenly fell on me.  He and Clements were walking on the quarter-deck together, and I had gone into the gangway, to escape his notice, when this unexpected recognition took place.  It occurred as the two were turning in their walk, and were so near me that I could hear what was said between them.

“Who have you there, leaning against the cutter, Mr. Clements?” demanded the captain of the Speedy.  “It’s a face I know—­some old ship-mate of mine, I fancy.”

“I rather think not, my lord—­it’s a-Yankee we picked up at sea in a boat, a Captain Wallingford, of the American ship Dawn.  His vessel foundered in a gale, and all hands were lost but this gentleman, his mate, and a negro.  We have had them on board, now, more than three months.”