“I know it,” said Gascoyne, calmly.

“And—­and—­” (here Montague stammered and came to an abrupt pause).

“Say on, Captain Montague.  I appreciate your generosity in feeling for me thus; but I am prepared to meet whatever awaits me.”

“It is necessary,” resumed Montague, “that you be manacled before I take you on shore.”

Gascoyne started.  He had not thought of this.  He had not fully realized the fact that he was to be deprived of his liberty so soon.  In the merited indignity which was now to be put upon him, he recognized the opening act of the tragedy which was to terminate with his life.

“Be it so,” he said, lowering his head, and sitting down on a carronade, in order to avoid the gaze of those who surrounded him.

While this was being done, the youthful Corrie was in the fore part of the schooner whispering eagerly to Alice and Poopy.

“O Alice!  I’ve seen him!” exclaimed the lad.

“Seen who?” inquired Alice, raising her pretty little eyebrows just the smallest morsel.

“Why, the boatswain of the Talisman, Dick Price, you know, who jumped overboard to save Henry when he fell off the raft.  Come, I’ll point him out.”

So saying, Corrie edged his way through the crowd until he could see the windlass.  Here, seated on a mass of chain cable, sat a remarkably rugged specimen of the British boatswain.  He was extremely short, excessively broad, uncommonly jovial, and remarkably hairy.  He wore his round hat so far on the back of his head that it was a marvel how it managed to hang there, and smoked a pipe so black that the most powerful imagination could hardly conceive of its ever having been white, and so short that it seemed all head and no stem.

“That’s him!” said Corrie, eagerly.

“Oh! is it?” replied Alice, with much interest.

“Hee! hee!” observed Poopy.

“Stand by to let go the anchor!” shouted Montague.

Instantly bustle and noise prevailed everywhere.  The crew of the lost frigate had started up on hearing the order, but having no stations to run to, they expended the energy that had been awakened, in shuffling about and opening an animated conversation in undertones.

Soon the schooner swept round the point that had hitherto shut out the view of Sandy Cove, and a few minutes later the rattling of the chain announced that the voyage of the Foam had terminated.

Immediately after, a boat was lowered, and Gascoyne was conveyed by a party of marines to the shore, and lodged in the prison which had been but recently occupied by our friend John Bumpus.

Mrs. Stuart had purposely kept out of the way when she heard of the arrival of the Foam.  She knew Gascoyne so well that she felt sure he would succeed in recapturing his schooner.  But she also knew that in doing this he would necessarily release Montague from his captivity, in which case it was certain that the pirate captain, having promised to give himself up, would be led on shore a prisoner.  She could not bear to witness this; but no sooner did she hear of his being lodged in jail than she prepared to visit him.