Suddenly we heard the distant clang of a ship’s bell.  It sounded far away to starboard.

“Give way, bullies, strong,” I cried, and the next instant we were heading toward it.  Then it died away, and we heard it no more.

After ten minutes’ pull, we stopped again, for fear of overreaching our mark.  We hailed and got no answer.  Then we rowed slowly along, listening in the hope they would ring again.  In a little while we lay drifting, and all hands strained their ears for sound.

Suddenly something alongside gave a loud snort.  I started up, and the men turned their faces forward.  A deeper shadow seemed to hang over us, and the breeze died away.  Then the snort was repeated, and a voice spoke forth:—­

“Of all the damned fools I ever see, that second mate stands way ahead.  Now I onct thought Trunnell didn’t know nothin’, but that young whelp is a pizenous fool, an’ must be ripped up the back.  Sackett, old man, your daughter can’t leave ye.  Here she be alongside with them boatmen agin.”

The voice was drawling and not loud, but I recognized it fast enough.

In an instant the boat’s bow struck the side of the Sovereign, and we saw Andrews leaning over the rail near us, looking down with a sour smile.

There was nothing to do but go aboard, for we had nothing to eat in the small boat, and the danger of getting lost entirely was too great to make another attempt to get back to the Pirate while the fog lasted.

Miss Sackett was helped over the rail by her father, who came up immediately, and the rest scrambled over with some choice English oaths as they commented upon their luck.  Andrews gave me a queer look as I climbed past him, and for an instant I was ready to spring upon him.  But he gave a snort of disgust and turned away.

Chips, Jim, and the others of our crew came aboard, and the small boat was dropped astern where she towed easily, the breeze just giving the sunken ship steering way under the storm topsail.

The beef barrels were in no way injured by their immersion in salt water, so Captain Sackett gave the steward orders to prepare a meal for all hands upon the cabin stove.  Salt junk and tinned fruits were served for everybody who cared to eat them, and afterward all hands felt better.  The ship’s water-tanks were full of good water, and as she listed considerably to starboard under the gentle breeze, owing to her water-logged condition, the port tank was accessible from the deck pipe.

I had enough to eat before coming out, and the predicament we were in did not tend to strengthen my appetite.  I, however, made out to sit down at the cabin table with Captain Sackett, Andrews, who was now his mate, and our third officer.  Miss Sackett joined us, and we fell to.

No sooner had Andrews started to shovel in the good junk, and Mr. Bell the fruit, than Sackett arose from the table and looked severely down upon them.  Fortunately, my satisfied appetite had prevented any unnecessary hurry to eat on my part, for our new skipper frowned heavily.