Seeing that we were detected, and knowing that the appearance of flight would increase suspicion, I stopped the steamer, devoutly hoping that our unwelcome neighbour might be a detached vessel of some European squadron.  That she could be Chinese there was little hope, as we were aware that the Celestial fleet was in the Gulf of Pechili.  Almost before our engines were stopped, one of the cruiser’s boats was in the water and dancing towards us.  Chubb and Webster ran up from below, and as we awaited the boat, we uneasily speculated as to the character of the craft that had despatched it, as she lay within a quarter of a mile of us, the white muzzles of the guns in her tops and turret seeming, as she rolled with the swell, to dip in the wave.  Formidable indeed she looked, and there was an evident stir of offensive preparation on board her; yet in spite of our danger, I could not resist a feeling of surprised and wondering admiration of the wild picturesqueness of the scene—­the majestic warship, the glittering, rolling expanse of the sea, and the black lines of the shores, under that intense and vivid radiance, which might fitly have emanated from one of those phantom-craft with which maritime superstition peoples the deep.  Everything it touched took a ghostly and unreal look.

There was rather a heavy sea on, and the boat took some while to reach us.  At length, however, she was alongside, and then came clambering up a little lieutenant, who displayed to our dismayed vision all the physical peculiarities of the Japanese.  He addressed us in English, a language better understood than any other amongst the Mikado’s subjects.

“You are American?” he asked, pointing to the star-spangled banner on the pole-mast.  “What is the name of your vessel?”

We informed him, and received in return that of the warship, but in our consternation we paid little heed to it, and none of us could afterwards remember it.  The lieutenant proceeded to question us as to our business, speaking very creditable English.  We had previously agreed that in such a dilemma we should describe our cargo as consisting of salt, rice, and cloth stuffs, and we had taken the precaution to ship a quantity of those commodities, in bales and casks which were three parts full of cartridges to economize space, besides having fictitious invoices, etc.  These valuable testimonials Chubb, who was outwardly as cool as ice, readily produced when the officer demanded to see our papers.  He scrutinized everything carefully, and, still dissatisfied, said he would inspect our cargo.  Of course we could not object, and blank indeed were our looks as the enemy walked over to the side to call up two or three of his boat’s crew to assist him in the inquisition.

“Never mind,” said Chubb, “it’s not all up with us yet, and it won’t be even if he finds out what we have aboard.”

“What shall we do then?” asked Webster and I.

“Sling them overboard and run for it,” said Chubb; and I knew by his determined air that he meant what he said.