On board the Proserpine, there was scarcely less interest felt in the result than on board le Feu-Follet.  If the people of the frigate had nothing to apprehend, they had something to revenge; in addition to the anticipated credit of having captured the boldest privateer that sailed out of France.  For a short time, as the ship came up with the west end of Elba, it was a serious question whether she would be able to weather it, the lugger having gone past, within a cable’s length of the cliffs, on the very verge of the breakers and much closer in than the frigate would dare to follow.  But the last had taken the breeze further off the land than the first, and might possibly fetch past the promontory on the tack she was then steering.  To have gone about would have been to have abandoned the chase, as it would have carried the ship off due north, while le Feu-Follet was gliding down to the southward and westward at the rate of seven knots.  The distance across the canal is only about thirty miles, and there would not have been time to recover the lost ground.

This uncertainty made a most feverish moment on board the Proserpine, as she came up fast toward the headland.  All depended on getting by without tacking.  The appearances were favorable for deep water close in; but there is always the danger of rocks to be dreaded near mountainous coasts.  The promontory, too, was comparatively low; and this was rather an indication that it ought not to be approached too closely.  Winchester was in his berth, just beginning to feel the smart of his wound; but Griffin was at the captain’s elbow, both he and the third lieutenant entering keenly into all their commander’s wishes and anxieties.

“There she goes, into the very breakers!” exclaimed Cuffe, as they watched le Feu-Follet in her attempt to pass the promontory; “Monsieur Yvard must be determined to cast away his craft rather than be taken.  It will be touch and go with him.”

“I think not, Captain Cuffe,” answered Griffin; “the coast is bold hereabouts, and even the Proserpine would find sufficient water there, where the lugger now is, I hope we shall not be obliged to tack, sir.”

“Aye, this is very well for an irresponsible—­but, when it got to a court, and punishment, I fear that all the last would fall on my shoulders, should his Majesty’s ship happen to lay her bones along-shore here.  No, no, Griffin; we must go a clear cable’s length to windward of that, or I go about, though Raoul Yvard were never taken.”

“There, he fetches up, by George!” cried Yelverton, the youngest lieutenant; and for a moment it was in truth believed in the frigate that le Feu-Follet, as a breaker actually curled directly under her lee, was aground.  But this notion lasted a moment only, the little lugger continuing her course as swiftly as before; and a minute or two later keeping a little away to ease her spars, having been jammed up as close as possible previously, in order to weather the extreme