“She’s not inside of us, Captain Cuffe; of that we may be certain.  I have been on the maintopgallant yard, with the best glass in the ship, and have swept the whole coast, from the ruins over against us, here to the eastward, up to the town of Salerno; there is nothing to be seen as large as a sparanara.”

“One would think, too, this Monsieur Yvard might give up to save his own life, after all!”

“We should hardly do it, I hope, Captain Cuffe?”

“I believe you are right, Griffin; one feels forced to respect the privateersman, in spite of his trade.  Who knows but something might be got out of that Bolt?  He must know as much about the lugger as Yvard himself?”

“Quite true, sir; I was thinking of proposing something of the sort, not a minute since.  Now, that’s a fellow one may take pleasure in riding down, as one would ride down the main tack.  Shall I have him sent for, Captain Cuffe?”

The captain hesitated; for the previous experiments on Ithuel’s selfishness had failed.  Still the preservation of Raoul’s life, and the capture of the lugger, were now objects of nearly equal interest with Cuffe, and he felt disposed to neglect no plausible means of effecting either.  A sign of approbation was all the lieutenant needed; and in a few minutes Ithuel stood again in the presence of his captain.

“Here is an opportunity for you to fetch up a good deal of leeway.  Master Bolt,” commenced the captain:  “and I am willing to give you a chance to help yourself.  You know where you last left the Few-Folly, I suppose?”

“I don’t know but I might, sir,” answered Ithuel, rolling his eyes around him, curious to ascertain what the other would be at.  “I don’t know but I might remember, on a pinch, sir; though, to own the truth, my memory is none of the most desperate best.”

“Well, then where was it?  Recollect that the life of your late friend, Raoul Yvard, may depend on your answer.”

“I want to know!  Well, this Europe is a curious part of the world, as all must admit that come from Ameriky.  What has Captain Rule done now, sir, that he stands in such jeopardy?”

“You know that he is convicted as a spy; and my orders are to have him executed, unless we can get his lugger. Then, indeed, we may possibly show him a little favor; as we do not make war so much on individuals as on nations.”

Cuffe would probably have been puzzled to explain the application of his own sentiment to the case before him; but, presuming on his having to deal with one who was neither very philosophical nor logical himself, he was somewhat indifferent to his own mode of proceeding, so that it effected the object.  Ithuel, however, was not understood.  Love for Raoul or the lugger, or, indeed, for anything else, himself excepted, formed no part of his character; while hatred of England had got to be incorporated with the whole of his moral system; if such a man could be said to have a moral system at all.  He saw nothing to be gained by serving Raoul, in particular; though this he might have done did nothing interfere to prevent it; while he had so strong an aversion to suffering the English to get le Feu-Follet, as to be willing even to risk his own life to prevent it.  His care, therefore, was to accomplish his purpose with the least hazard to himself.