“That we shall follow her till the last biscuit is eaten, and the scuttle-butt shall be dry, with no better fortune.  It is not my business to teach your Honor; but there is not a man in the ship, who ever expects to be a farthing the better for her capture.  Men are of many minds concerning the ‘Skimmer of the Seas;’ but all are agreed that, unless aided by some uncommon luck, which may amount to the same thing as being helped by him who seldom lends a hand to any honest undertaking, that he is altogether such a seaman as another like him does not sail the ocean!”

“I am sorry that my people should have reason to think so meanly of our own skill.  The ship has not yet had a fair chance.  Give her an open sea, and a cap-full of wind, and she’ll defy all the black women that the brigantine can stow.  As to your ‘Skimmer of the Seas,’ man or devil, he is our prisoner.”

“And does your Honor believe that the trim-built and light-sailing gentleman we overhauled in this skiff, is in truth that renowned rover?” asked Yarn, resting on his sculls, in the interest of the moment.  “There are some on board the ship, who maintain that the man in question is taller than the big tide-waiter at Plymouth, with a pair of shoulders——­”

“I have reason to know they are mistaken.  If we are more enlightened than our shipmates, Master Yarn, let us be close-mouthed, that others do not steal our knowledge—­hold, here is a crown with the face of King Louis; he is our bitterest enemy, and you may swallow him whole, if you please, or take him in morsels, as shall best suit your humor.  But remember that our cruise in the skiff is under secret orders, and the less we say about the anchor-watch of the brigantine, the better.”

Honest Bob took the piece of silver, with a gusto that no opinions of the marvellous could diminish; and, touching his hat, he did not fail to make the usual protestations of discretion.  That night the messmates of the fore-top-man endeavored, in vain, to extract from him the particulars of his excursion with the captain; though the direct answers to their home questions were only evaded by allusions so dark and ambiguous, as to give to that superstitious feeling of the crew, which Ludlow had wished to lull, twice its original force.

Not long after this short dialogue, the skiff reached the side of the Coquette.  Her commander found his prisoner in possession of his own cabin, and, though grave if not sad in demeanor, perfectly self-possessed.  His arrival had produced a deep effect on the officers and men, though, like Yarn, most of both classes refused to believe that the handsome and gayly-attired youth they had been summoned to receive, was the notorious dealer in contraband.