might live together.  Hurlstone did not tell her that a brief examination of his wife’s papers had shown him that the property he had set aside for her maintenance, and from which she had regularly drawn an income, had increased in value, and left him a rich man.  He only pressed her hand, and whispered that her wishes should be his.  They had become tenderly silent again, as the Excelsior, now fairly in the bay, appeared to be slowly drifting, with listless sails and idle helm, in languid search of an anchorage.  Suddenly they were startled by a cry from the lookout.

“Sail ho!”

There was an incredulous start on the deck.  The mate sprang into the fore-rigging with an oath of protestation.  But at the same moment the tall masts and spars of a vessel suddenly rose like a phantom out of the fog at their side.  The half disciplined foreign crew uttered a cry of rage and trepidation, and huddled like sheep in the waist, with distracted gestures; even the two men at the wheel forsook their post to run in dazed terror to the taffrail.  Before the mate could restore order to this chaos, the Excelsior had drifted, with a scarcely perceptible concussion, against the counter of the strange vessel.  In an instant a dozen figures appeared on its bulwarks, and dropped unimpeded upon the Excelsior’s deck.  As the foremost one approached the mate, the latter shrank back in consternation.

“Captain Bunker!”

“Yes,” said the figure, advancing with a mocking laugh; “Captain Bunker it is.  Captain Bunker, formerly of this American barque Excelsior, and now of the Mexican ship La Trinidad.  Captain Bunker ez larnt every foot of that passage in an open boat last August, and didn’t forget it yesterday in a big ship!  Captain Bunker ez has just landed a company of dragoons to relieve the Presidio.  What d’ye say to that, Mr. M’Carthy—­eh?”

“I say,” answered M’Carthy, raising his voice with a desperate effort to recover his calmness, “I say that Perkins landed with double that number of men yesterday around that point, and that he’ll be aboard here in half an hour to make you answer for this insult to his ship and his Government.”

“His Government!” echoed Bunker, with a hoarser laugh; “hear him!—­His Government!  His Government died at four o’clock this morning, when his own ringleaders gave him up to the authorities.  Ha!  Why, this yer revolution is played out, old man; and Generalissimo Leonidas Perkins is locked up in the Presidio.”

CHAPTER IX.

Liberated.