Captain Brand of the schooner "Centipede,"

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Part I

CHAP. PAGE

I. SPREADING THE STRANDS 1

II. CALM 3

III. HIGH NOON 9

IV. SUNSET 15

V. DARKNESS 18

VI. DANGER 26

VII. THE MEETING AND MOURNING 33

VIII. CAPTAIN BRAND AT HOME 34

IX. MASTER AND MATE 40

X. AN ANCIENT MARINER WITH ONE EYE 48

XI. CONVERSATION IN SLEEVES AND POCKETS 54

XII. DOCTOR AND PRIEST 58

XIII. A MANLY FANDANGO 64

xrv. A pirates’ dinner 67

XV. DROWNING A MOTHER TO MURDER A DAUGHTER 74

XVI. NUPTIALS OP THE GIRL WITH DARK EYES 84

XVII. THE DOOM OF DOS^A LUCIA 93

XVIII. END OP THE BANQUET 98

XIX. FANDANGO ON ONE LEG 102

XX. BUSINESS Ill

XXI. TREASURE 116

XXII. PLEASURE 120

XXIII. WORK 126

XXIV. CAUGHT IN A NET 130

XXV. THE MOUSE THAT GNAWED THE NET 133

XXVI. THE HURRICANE 137

XXVII. THE VIRGIN MARY 139

XXVIII. THE ARK THAT JACK BUILT 142

Part II

XXIX. LAYING UP THE STRANDS 147

XXX, OLD FRIENDS 152

XXXI. THE COMMANDER OF THE “ ROSALIE ” 157

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CONTENTS

CHAP. PAGE

XXXII. A SPLICE PARTED 162

XXXIII. THE BLUE PENNANT IN THE CABIN 165

XXXIV. THE DEVIL TO PAY 167

XXXV. AND THE PITCH HOT 172

XXXVI. THE CHASE 177

XXXVII. THE WRECK OF THE “ CENTIPEDE” 180

XXXVIII. VULTURES AND SHARKS 186

XXXIX. ESCONDIDO 191

XL. PAUL DARCANTEL 196

XLI. INSTINCT AND WONDER 203

XLII. TRUTH AND TERROR 207

XLIII. PEACE AND LOVE 213

XLIV. SNUFF OUT OF A DIAMOND BOX 217

XLV. LILIES AND SEAWEED 221

XLVI. PARTING 225

XLVII. DEVOTION 229

XLVIII. ALL ALIVE AGAIN 232

XLIX. THE ROPE LAID UP 236

L. ON A BED OF THORNS 244

CAPTAIN BRAND, OF THE CENTIPEDE”

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Chapter I Spreading The Strands

'“Shout three times three, like Ocean’s surges,

Join, brothers, join the toast with me ;

Here’s to the wind of life, which urges The ship with swelling waves o’er sea 1 ’’

“ Masters, I cannot spin a yarn

Twice laid with words of silken stuff,

A fact’s a fact ; and ye may Tarn The rights o’ this, though wild and rough My words may loom. ’Tis your consarn,

Not mine, to understand. Enough “

It was in the year of our Lord eighteen hundred and five, and in the River Garonne, where a large, wholesome merchant-brig lay placidly on the broad and shining water. The fair city of Bordeaux, with its great mass of yellow-tinted buildings, towers, and cliurches, rose from the river’s banks, and the din and bustle of the great mart came faintly to the ear. The sails of the brig were loosed, the crew were hauling home the sheets and hoisting the top-sails with the clear, hearty songs of English sailors, while the anchor was under foot and the cable rubbing with a taut strain against the vessel’s bluff bows. At the gangway stood a large, handsome seaman, bronzed by the sun and winds of about half a century, dressed in a square-cut blue jacket and loose trousers, talking to the pilot — a brown little Frenchman, in coarse serge raiment and large, clumsy sabots. The conversation between them was carried on partly by signs, for, in answer to the pilot, the other threw his stalwart arm aloft toward the folds of the spreading canvas, and nodded his head.

Fort hien ! vite done ! mon capitaine^'* said the pilot ; “ the tide is on the ebb ; let us go. Up anchor ! ”

Ay, pilot ! ” replied the captain, pulling out his watch ; “ in ten minutes. The ladies, you know, must have time to say good-by. Isn’t it so, my pilot ? ”

The gallant little Frenchman smiled in acquiescence, and, taking off his glazed hat with the air of a courtier, said, ‘‘ Pardieu / certainly ; why not ? Jean Marie would lose his pilotage rather than hurry a lady.”

Going aft to the raised cabin on the quarter-deck, the captain softly opened the starboard door, and looking in, said, in a kindly tone :

“ It is time to part, my friends ; the pilot says we are losing the strength of the tide, so we must kiss and be off.”

Two lovely women were sitting, hand clasped in hand, on the sofa of the transom. You saw they were sisters of nearly the same age, and a little boy and girl tumbling about their knees showed they were mothers — young mothers, too, for the soft, full, rounded forms of womanhood, with the flush of health and matronly pride tinged their cheeks, while masses of dark hair banded over their smooth brows and tearful e3"es told the story at a glance. They rose together as the captain spoke.

“ Adieu, chhre Rosalie / we shall soon meet again, let us hope, never more to part.”

“ Adieu, Nathalie ! adieu, dearest sister ! adieu ! adieu ! ”

The loving arms were twined around each other in the last embrace ; the tears fell like gentle rain, but with smiles of hope and trustfulness they parted.

“ Ay,” said the sturdy skipper, as he stood, with eyes brimful of moisture, regarding the sisters — “ ay, trust me for bringing you together again. Well do I remember when you were little wee things, when I brought you to France after the earthquake in Jamaica; just like these little rogues here” — and he laid his brawny hands on the heads of the children, who clung to each other within the folds of their mothers’ dresses ; ‘‘ but never fear, my darlings,” he went on, ‘‘you will meet happily again. Ay, that you shall, if old Jacob Blunt be above land or water.”

A boat which was lying alongside the brig shoved off ; the little boy, who had been left on board, was held high above the rail in the arms of a sturdy negro, while the mother stood beside him, waving her handkerchief to the boat as it pulled rapidly toward the shore.

“ Man the windlass, lads ! ” cried the captain.

“Mr. Binks.

CALM brace round the head-yards, and up with the jib as soon as tlie anchor’s aweigh.”

The windlass clinked as the iron pawls caught the strain of the cable, the anchor was wrenched from its oozy bed, the vessel’s head fell off, and, gathering way, she moved quietly down the River Garonne.

Chapter II Calm

It ceased : yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon—

A noise like that of a hidden brook In the leafy month of Jane.

Till noon we quietly sailed on,

Yet never a breeze did breathe :

Slowly and smoothly went the ship.

Moved onward from beneath.”

The great lumbering brig, with yards square, main-sail hauled up, and the jib and try-sail in the brails, lay listlessly rolling on the easy swell of the water, giving a gentle send forward every minute or so, when the sluggish sails would come with a thundering slap against the masts, and the loose cordage would rattle like a drum-major’s rattan on a spree. The sea was one glassy mirror of undulations, shimmering out into full blaze as the rising sun just threw its rays along the crest of the ocean swell ; and then, dipping down into the rolling mass, the hue would change to a dark green, and, coming up again under the brig’s black counter, would swish out into a little shower of bubbles, and sparkle again joyously.

Away off in the distance lay the island of Jamaica — the early haze about the mountain tops rising like a white lace veil from the deep valleys below, with here and there a white dot of a cluster of buildings gleaming out from the sombre land like the flicker of a heliotrope, and at intervals the base of the coast bursting forth in a long, heavy fringe of foam, as the lazy breakers chafed idly about the rocks of some projecting headland. Nearer, too, was the dark succession of waving blue lines in parallel bars and patches of the young land wind, tipping the backs of the rollers in a fluttering ripple of cat’s-paws, and then wandering sportively away out to sea.

On board the brig, forward, were three or four barefooted sailors, in loose frocks and trousers, moving lazily about the decks, drawing buckets of water over the side and dashing it against the bulwarks, while others were scrubbing and clearing up the vessel for the day. The caboose, too, began to show signs of life, and a thin column of smoke rose gracefully up in the calm morning air until it came within the eddying influence of the sails and top-hamper, when a bit of roll would puff it away in blue curls beyond.

Abaft stood a low, squat-built sailor at the wheel, his striped Guernsey cap hanging on one of the spokes, and his body leaning, half asleep, over the barrel, which gave him a sharp twitch every now and then when the sea caught the rudder on the wrong side. Near at hand, with an arm around an after top-mast backstay, and head resting over the rail, was the mate, Mr. Binks, with a spy-glass to his eye, through which he was peering at the distant hills of Jamaica. Presently, as he wag about to withdraw the brass tube, and as the old brig yawed with her head inshore, something appeared to arrest his attention ; for, changing his position, and climbing up to the break of the deck-cabin, he steadied himself by the shrouds, and rubbing his eye with the sleeve of his shirt, he gave a long look through the glass, muttering to himself the while. At last, having apparently made up his mind, he sung out to the man at the wheel in this strain :

“ Ben, my lad, look alive ; catch a turn with them halyards over the lee wheel ; and just take this ’ere glass and trip up to the fore-yard, and see what ye make of that fellow, here away under the easternmost headland.”

Ben, without more ado, secured the spokes of the wheel, clapped his cap on his head, hitched up his trousers, and, taking the glass from the mate, rolled away up the fore-rigging. Meanwhile Mr. Binks walked forward, stopping a moment at the caboose to take a tin pot of coffee from the cook, and then, going on to the top-sail-sheet bitts, he carefully seated himself, and leisurely began to stir up the sugar in his beverage with an iron spoon, making a little cymbal music with it on the outside while he gulped it down. He had not been many minutes occupied in this way when Ben hailed the deck from the fore-yard.

‘‘ On deck there ! ”

“ Halloa ! ” ejaculated Mr. Binks.

“ I see that craft,” cried Ben ; “ she’s a fore-and-after, sails

CALM down, and sweeping along the land. She hasn’t got a breath of wind, sir.”

“ Very well ! ” said Mr. Binks, speaking into the tin pot with a sound like a sheet-iron organ ; “ come down.”

As Ben wriggled himself off the fore-yard and caught hold’ of the futtock-shrouds to swing into the standing rigging, he suddenly paused, and putting the glass again to his eye, he sung out :

“ I say, sir ! here is a big chap away off on the other quarter, under top-sails. There ! Perhaps ye can see him from the deck, about a handspike clear of the sun ” — pointing with the spy-glass, as he spoke, in the proper direction.

‘‘ All right ! ” said the mate, as he began again the cymbal potand-spoon music. “ Becalmed, ain’t he ? ”

“ Yes, sir ; not enough air to raise a hair on my old grandmother’s wig,” muttered Ben, as he slowly trotted down the rigging.

The sun came up glowing like a ball of fire. The land wind died away long before it fluttered far off from the island, and, saving the uneasy clatter at times of the loose sails and running gear, all remained as before. It was getting on toward eight o’clock, and while the cook was dishing the breakfast mess for the crew beneath an awning forward of the quarter-deck, the captain came up from his cabin below. The stalwart old seaman stepped to the bulwarks, and, shading his eyes with his hand from the glare, he took a broad glance over the water to seaward, nodded to the mate, and said in a cheerful voice :

“ Dull times, matey ! No signs of a breeze yet, eh ? ”

No, captain,” said Mr. Binks ; “ dead as ditch-water ; not been enough air to lift a feather since you went below at four o’clock. But we have sagged inshore by the current a few leagues during the night, and here’s old Jamaica plain in sight, broad off the bow.”

‘‘ Well, it’s not so bad after all, a forty-four days’ passage — so I’ll tell my Lady-bird passenger.”

Going to the latticed door of the deck-cabin, the jolly skipper threw it wide open, clapped his hands together thrice, and then, placing them to his mouth like a speaking trumpet, he bellowed out, in a deep, low roar :

“ Heave out there, all hands ! Heave out. Lady-bird and baby ! Land ho ! ”

There came a joyous note from a soft womanly voice within a screen drawn across the after-cabin, mingled with a little cooing grunt from a child, and presently an inner door swung back, and the sweetest little tot of a boy came tumbling out into the open space, and sprung at once into the captain’s arms. The little fellow buried his brown curly head into the old skipper’s whiskers, and then, kicking up his fat naked legs, he laughed and chattered like a magpie.

“ Aha, you young scamp ! this small nose smells the oranges and cinnamon, eh ? And dear \2izy mamma shuts her pretty eyes, and won’t look for papa, and so near home too ! ”

Here Mine. Rosalie’s low sweet voice trilled out merrily in a slightly foreign accent, while the contralto tones vibrated on the ear like the note of a harp.

“ Ah ! hon capitaine^ how could you deceive me ? Still, I forgive you for telling me last night that we were so far from Kingston. When you know too,” she went on, in her Creole accent, “ how I love and want to see my dear husband these last four years, since you carried him away in your good big ship. But never mind, my good friend, I shall pay you off one of these days ; and now send, please, for Banou to dress his little boy.”

Scarcely had the worthy skipper reached a bell-rope near at hand and given it one jerk, than the cabin door opened, and in stepped a brawny black, whose bare woolly head and white teeth and eyes glittered with delight. There was that about his face which indicated intelligence, courage, devotion, and humanity — those indescribable marks of expression which Nature sometimes stamps in unmistakable lines on the skin, whether it be white or black. He was below the middle height, but the large head was set, with a great swelling throat, on the shoulders of a Titan. His loose white-and-red striped shirt was thrown well back over his black and broad chest ; and putting out a pair of muscular arms that seemed as massive and heavy as lignum-vitfe, the boy jumped from the captain to meet them ; and then sticking his little soft legs down the slack of Banou’s shirt, he ran his rosy fingers in his wool, and shouted with glee.

“ Oh, ho ! ” said the black, as he passed his huge arms around the little fellow, and smoothed down his scanty night-dress as if it were the plumage of a bird— oh, ho ! little Master Henri loves his Banou, eh ? Good ; he take bath.”

Bearing his charge out upon the quarter-deck beneath the awn-

CALM ing, he pulled a large tub from under a boat turned upside down over the deck-cabin ; and then, while the young monkey had scrambled round to his back, and was beating a tattoo with his tiny fists on his shoulders, Banou caught up a bucket and proceeded to draw water from over the side, which he dashed into the tub. When he liad nearly filled the tub he felt around with his black paws as delicately as if he was about to seize a mosquito, and, clutching the kicking legs with one hand, he spun the little fellow a somersault over his head, and skinning off at the same time his diminutive frock, plunged him into the sparkling brine, singing the while in a laughing chant :

“ Dis is the way strong Banou catch him,

First he strip and den he 'plash him ;

Henri he jump and 'cream for his moder,

But Banou lub him more dan his broder ! "

Here the brawny nurse would souse him head over heels in the sparkling water, lift him up at every dip, rub his black nose all over him, making mock bites at the little legs and stomach ; and, finally, holding him aloft, dripping, laughing, and struggling, go on with his refrain :

“ What will papa say when he sees him,

Pickaninny boy dat is sure to please him ?

Big Banou he rub and dress him,

But little Henri he kick and pinch him ! ”

All this time the men seated forward on the deck, pegging away deep into their mess-kids, would pause occasionally, shake their great tarry fingers at the imp, and chuckle pleasantly, with their mouths full of lobscouse, as if the urchin belonged to them as individual property.

“ What a tidy little chap he’ll make some of these days, Ben, a-furlin’ the light sails in a squall ! My eye ! Wouldn’t I like to live and see him ! ”

“ilo, no, messmates,” replied that worthy, as he crunched a biscuit and took a sip of coffee out of the pot, “ that ’ere child will, some of these times, when he’s growed a bit, be a-wearin’ gold swabs on his shoulders, and a-givin’ his orders like a hadmiral of a fleet ! ”

“ Quite right, my hearty ! It ’ll never do for sich a knowin’ little chub to spend his days along-shore a-bilin’ sugar-cane on a plantation, and a-footin’ up accounts ; for, ye mind, he was like the chip as was

“ ‘ Born at sea, and his cradle a frigate,

The boatswain he nursed him true-blue ;

He’ll soon learn to fight, drink, and jig it.

And quiz every soul of the crew 1 ’ ”

While these old salts were thus carving out a destiny for the youngster the black gave him a final souse in the tub, and then holding him up to drain, as it were, for the last time, exclaimed, while his face lighted up with pleasure :

“ Oh, ho, my little massa ! what will papa say to-morrow when he sees his brave Henri ? ’’

‘‘Ah ! how happy he will be, Banou ! ” said the lovely mother, who had just come on deck, as she kissed the mouth of the young scamp, while the black wrapped and dried his little naked body in a large towel.

“ Ah, yes ! my mistress, we will be happy once more to get home to master on the plantation.”

“ Tell me — tell me, good capitaine,^ said she, turning in a pretty, coquettish way to the skipper, “ when shall we get into port ? ”

It was a sight to see her, in the loose, white morning-gown folded in plaits about the swelling bosom, her slender waist clasped by a fiowing blue sash, the dark brown satin bands of her hair confined by a large gold filigree pin, and half concealed by a jaunty little French cap, with the ribbons floating about her pear-shaped ears ; and while her soft, dark hazel eyes were bent eagerly toward the solid old skipper, her round, rosy, dimpled fingers clasped a miniature locket fastened by a massive linked gold chain around her neck. Ah ! she was a sight to see and love !

“ Tell me, mo7i cher Capitaine Blunt, how many hours or minutes will it be before I shall behold my husband ?”

The good-natured skipper laughed pleasantly at the eagerness of his beautiful passenger, and opening his hands wide, he gave vent to a long, low whistle, and replied :

“ When the wind comes from good San Antonio, my Lady-bird —when the sea-breeze makes— then the old brig will reel off the knots ! But see ! just now not a breath to keep a tropic bird’s wings out. There, look at that fellow ! ”

High up in the heavens two or three man-of-war birds, with wide-spread pointed wings, and their swallow-tails cut as sharp as knife blades, were heading seaward, and every little while falling

HIGH NOON in a rapid sidelong plunge, as if in a vacuum, and then again giving an almost imperceptible dash with their pinions as they recovered the lost space and continued on in their silent flight.

‘‘ That’s a sure sign. Mine. Rosalie,” continued the skipper, that the trade wind has blown itself out, and the chances are that this hot sun will drink up the flying clouds, and leave us in a dead calm till the moon quarters to-night. What say you, Mr. Binks ? Am I right?”

“ Never know’d you to be wrong, sir,” said the mate, with an honest intonation of voice, as he tried to stare the sun out of countenance in following the captain’s glance.

“ Helas / ” said the young mother, with a little sigh of sadness, as she stood peering over the lee rails to the green hills and slopes of the island, standing boldly out now with the lofty blue mountains cutting the sky ten thousand feet in mid-heaven ; so near, too ; and he is thinking and waiting for us ! ”

“ Come,” exclaimed the skipper heartily, “ the youngster wants his breakfast ! ”

Chapter III High Noon

“ No life is in the air, but in the waters

Are creatures huge, and terrible, and strong ;

The sword-fish and the shark pursue their slaughters ;

War universal reigns these depths along.

The lovely purple of the noon’s bestowing Has vanished from the waters, where it flung A royal color, such as gems are throwing Tyrian or regal garniture among.”

High noon ! Still the stanch old brig bowed and dipped her bluff bows into the long, easy swell of the tropics ; the round, flat counter sent the briny bubbles sparkling away in the glare of the noontide sun ; the sails flapped and chafed against the spars and rigging, while the crew sheltered themselves beneath the awnings and dozed on peacefully.

Off to seaward a few dead trade-clouds showed their white bulging cheeks along the horizon, and occasionally a fluttering blue patch of a breeze would skim furtively over the backs of the rollers ; but long before they reached the brig they had expended their force and expired in the boundless calm.

Not SO, however, with the large sail that had been seen from the brig in the early morning. For, with a lofty spread of kites and a studding-sail or two, she at times caught a flirting puff of air, and when the sun had passed the zenith she had approached within half a mile or less of the brig. There was no mistaking the stranger’s character. Her taunt, trim masts, square yards, and clear, delicate black tracery of rigging, shadowed by a wide spread of snow-white canvas over the low, dark hull — whicli at every roll in the gentle undulations exposed a row of ports with a glance of white inner bulwarks, while the brass stars of her battery reflected sparks of fire from the blazing rays of the sun — showed she was a man-of-war.

She’s one of our cruisers, I think, sir,” said the mate, as he handed the spy-glass to the captain ; “ but Ben here believes con- • trariwise, and says she is a French corvette.”

“Have to try again, Mr. Binks ; for, to my mind, she’s an outand-out Yankee sloop-of-war. Ay ! there goes his colors up to the gaff ; so up with our ensign, or else he’ll be burning some powder for us.”

Even while they were speaking a flag went rapidly up in a roll to the corvette’s peak, when, shaking itself clear, it lay white and red, with a galaxy of white stars in a blue union, on the lee side of the spanker ; while at the same instant a long, thin, coach-whip of a pennant unspun itself from the main-truck, and hung motionless in the calm down the mast. Her decks were full of men, standing in groups under the shade of the sails to leeward ; and on the poop were three or four officers in uniform and straw hats. One of these last stood for some time gazing at the brig — one hand resting on the ratlines of the mizzen-shrouds, and the other slowly swinging a trumpet backward and forward. Presently an officer with a pair of gleaming epaulets on his shoulders mounted the poop ladder, touched his hat, and waved his hand toward the brig. A moment after :

“ Brig ahoy ! ” came in sharp, clear, manly tone through the trumpet.

“ Sir ? ”

“ What brig is that ? ”

“ The Martha Blunt. Named after my dear old wife, God bless her! and myself, Jacob Blunt, God bless me !” added the jolly skipper, in a sotto voce chuckle to the fair passenger who stood beside him.

HIGH NOON

“ Where are you from, and where bound ? ” came again through the trumpet.

Bordeaux, and bound to Kingston. We have a free passport from Sir Robert Calder and Admiral Villeneuve.”

There was a wave of the trumpet as the speaker finished hailing, and then, touching his hat to the ofiicer with the gold swabs, and pausing only a moment, he moved to the other side of the corvette’s poop.

“ It would be no more nor polite in him to tell us what his name is, arter all the questions he’s axed.”

“ Don’t ye know, Mr. Binks,” broke in the captain, “ that the dignity of a man-of-war is sich that it wouldn’t be discreet to tell no more than that she has a cargo of cannon-balls, and going on a cruise anywheres ? which ye may believe is as much valuable information as we might get out of our own calabashes without asking a question.”

“ You are allers right. Captain Blunt ; but I did not tax my mind to think when I spoke them remarks,” said Binks deferentially.

The cruiser, however, seemed more communicative than the mate gave het credit for, and a moment after the ofiicer with the trumpet sung out.

“ This is the United States ship Scourge^ from Port Royal, bound on a cruise. Please report us.”

And again, after a few words apparently with the officer of the epaulets, the trumpet was raised to his lips, and he asked, “ Have you seen any vessels lately ? ”

The skipper was on the point of answering the hail, when his mate said, ‘‘ Beg pardon. Captain Blunt, but Ben and me made out a fore-and-aft schooner airly this morning, with sweeps out, pulling in under the outermost headland there,” pointing with his horny finger as he spoke.

“Nothing, sir, but a small schooner at daylight sweeping to windward.”

“ What ? ” came back in a clear, quick note from the corvette.

“ Small fore-and-af ter, sir, with sails down and sweeps out, close under the land.”

In a moment two or three officers on the cruiser’s deck put their heads together, several glasses were directed toward the now dim mirage-like shadow of the island, and the next instant the sharp ring of a boatswain’s whistle was heard, followed by a gruff call of, “ Away there ! Ariels, away ! ”

Immediately a cluster of sailors, in white frocks and trousers and straw hats, sprung over the ship’s quarter to the davits ; and then, with a chirruping, surging pipe, a boat fell rapidly to the water. The falls were cast off, the cutter hauled up to the gangway, and soon an officer stepped over the side and tiipped down to the boat. The white blades of the oars stood up on end in a double line, the boat pushed off, the oars fell with a single splash, and she steered for the brig. Descending into the gentle valley of the long swell, she would disappear for an instant, till nothing but the white hats and feather blades of the oars were visible ; and again rising on the crest, the water flashed off in foam from her bows, as she came dancing on.

In a few minutes the coxswain cried, ‘‘ Way enough ! ” and throwing up his hand with the word “ Toss ! ” the cutter shot swiftly along-side j the boat-hooks of the bowmen brought her up with a sudden jar, and the next moment an officer, with an epaulet on his right shoulder and a sword by his side, stepped over the gangway. The skipper was there to receive him, to whom he touched his cap with his forefinger ; but as his eye glanced aft he saw a lady, and he gracefully removed his cap and bowed like a gentleman to her. He was a man of about eight-and-twenty, with a fine, manly, sailorlike figure and air, and with a pair of bright, determined gray eyes in his head that a rascal would not care to look into twice.