“It does!” exclaimed Wilder, with sudden and deep emphasis.

The Rover smiled calmly, as he continued,—­

“Young gentlemen of your years are apt to carry no small portion of their hearts in their hands.  But, notwithstanding this seeming sympathy, in order that you may have sufficient respect for the discretion of your leader, it is necessary that I should say we have met before.  I was apprised of your intention to seek me out, and to offer to join me.”

“It is impossible!” cried Wilder, “No human being—­”

“Can ever be certain his secrets are safe,” interrupted the other, “when he carries a face as ingenuous as your own.  It is but four-and-twenty hours since you were in the good town of Boston.”

“I admit that much; but—­”

“You will soon admit the rest.  You were too curious in your inquiries of the dolt who declares he was robbed by us of his provisions and sails.  The false-tongued villain!  It may be well for him to keep from my path, or he may get a lesson that shall prick his honesty.  Does he think such pitiful game as he would induce me to spread a single inch of canvas, or even to lower a boat into the sea!”

“Is not his statement, then, true?” demanded Wilder, in a surprise he took no pains to conceal.

“True!  Am I what report has made me?  Look keenly at the monster, that nothing may escape you,” returned the Rover, with a hollow laugh, in which scorn struggled to keep down the feelings of wounded pride.  “Where are the horns, and the cloven foot?  Snuff the air:  Is it not tainted with sulphur?  But enough of this.  I knew of your inquiries, and liked your mien.  In short, you were my study; and, though my approaches were made with some caution they were sufficiently nigh to effect the object.  You pleased me, Wilder; and I hope the satisfaction may be mutual.”

The newly engaged buccanier bowed to the compliment of his superior, and appeared at some little loss for a reply:  As if to get rid of the subject at once, he hurriedly observed,—­

“As we now understand each other, I will intrude no longer, but leave you for the night, and return to my duty in the morning.”

“Leave me!” returned the Rover, stopping short on his walk, and fastening his eye keenly on the other.  “It is not usual for my officers to leave me at this hour.  A sailor should love his ship, and never sleep out of her, unless on compulsion.”

“We may as well understand each other,” said Wilder, quickly.  “If it is to be a slave, and, like one of the bolts, a fixture in the vessel, that you need me, our bargain is at an end.”

“Hum!  I admire your spirit, sir, much more than your discretion.  You will find me an attached friend and one who little likes a separation, however short Is there not enough to content you here?  I will not speak of such low considerations as those which administer to the ordinary appetites.  But, you have been taught the value of reason; here are books—­you have taste; here is elegance—­you are poor, here is wealth.”